We went to a wedding last weekend in Cypress Falls, near Wimberley TX.
During the reception the sun was almost down so I went to our motel room for the camera/tripod.
Down by the river there wasn't enough artificial light spillage to get anything worth using, but while there I was approached by a man in the dark.
He told me I was lucky that he'd spotted me, otherwise I could have gotten "blowed up".
Hmmm...a gay come-on done badly?
No, it was just that I had walked right into the middle of a fireworks launch zone.
He was nice enough to let me stay and shoot pics from closer than I've ever been before. and it was pretty intense. Every launch felt like a punch to the gut, and they were bursting right overhead. I had a lot of debris on me afterwards.
He gave me his business card so I could send him my results, but it wasn't from his fireworks business (don't need an architect right now) and there was no website or email address. Googling and checking Facebook for the name he told me turned up nothing, either.
When I have the time I'll track him down.
Happy Day, Mothers.
