Tuesday, August 11, 2009


We found a box of sparklers from the 1940s in some estate goods and could hardly wait for dark to set them off. Some fizzled right out, but much to our delight, a few burnt cleanly and sparkled all the way down.


steven said...

hi, those pictures brought back some memories of my own as a kid in the early sixties when for the first time i held a sparkler. the night was filled with the smell of gunpowder and loud explosions and a friend of my dad handed me a lit sparkler. i couldn't believe i was allowed. then the fear of the hissing sparks was replaced by the magic of its impossible brightness against the dark night sky. magic! steven

The Weaver of Grass said...

Very pretty and such good photographs too.