A night of firsts: my first time seeing the annual Macy's Fourth of July fireworks from the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, since my friend who does the rooftop July 4th parties every year just moved; my first night out with the new Canon 28-135mm IS USM lens, which confuses me by silently and swiftly focusing and being much sharper than I'm used to; and my first time juggling equipment in a crowd this big in rain this persistent. So, some ups and some downs.
The fireworks? Gorgeous, as always. The lowest of the four barges takes up station just out in the East River from where I am standing, so the view is spectacular. The show is as brilliant as ever and more so, in a tip of the hat the Macy's 150th anniversary - 30,000 shells launching 120,000 pyro charges, at a rate of about 1,000 bursts a minute (we have only a quarter of that right in front of us, but somehow we make do).
I end up waiting over three hours, which is unexpected. At a little before 6:00 p.m. I wander by and find the place already filling up. Don't people have enough sense to stay home so I can get a spot without waiting around? Apparently not. I pick a place to squeeze in with pleasant company, hoping it will be worth the long haul looking over the river. No complaints, as it turns out.
Read the blog entry - Fire in the Whole