Ghost of New Year’s Present
We had some fireworks left over from two Forths of July ago. It was very cold outside – probably below freezing, and I’m supposing it was the cold (and possibly moist?) air that caused the fireworks to produce these amazing smoke rings… Gandalf would have loved it! There were single big ones that would hang in the air. And tiny ones, in lacy trails coming out of the firecracker’s glow. It was so cool that we ran back inside to get the camera, but we didn’t really get any good images of the smoke rings.
Oooo, I am jealous of those fireworks! How wonderful, smoke rings!! It has been very cold here in SJ as well, frost on everything last night, and before that we had a frigid wind that searched us for bare skin…
We spent time at the Niblacks, and set off poppers at midnight. It was fun, and was definitely off our normal track…
love dad-e
Good for you, to break out of the mold a little bit! 🙂
Sounds like fun!
KT, are you saying Dad’s in a rut? As Preston would say, “One man’s rut is another man’s groove” (greatest quote or what?! He made it up, too!).
And yes, the poppers with our friends were great, we should do new years instead of Labor Day with them!
Hey, that’s a GREAT quote… I’m totally going to start saying that. One man’s rut is another man’s groove. rock. on.