08.09.07
Fireworks
Last Wednesday, Joe and I went down to Stanley Park to sit on the Seawall and watch fireworks.
For those of you unfamiliar with Vancouver tradition, for four nights in July and August, three countries compete in a fireworks contest and have a finale featuring all three countries before the winner is announced. Most people crowd the beach at English Bay to get the most direct view, but there are plenty of other places where you can watch the show without having to deal with drunk jerks and stoned teenagers. (Can you tell I hate crowds?) One of my favourite parts of sitting near Second Beach is looking down the waterfront to English Bay and seeing thousands of camera flashes go off when the fireworks start.
Of course, we went early to stake out a spot. To whittle down the time, I took pictures and crocheted on the not-a-shrug-cardigan.
I chose to believe my camera manual when it said that the camera has a fireworks setting. I am a big believer in the principles behind RTFM. I selected the setting with the little icon that looked more like a snowflake than a firework (maybe that should have been my first clue), and you’ll have to trust me when I say that the fireworks were a lot more exciting than my photos let on:
Well, except for the squiggly thing in the second one. If I saw something explode like that, I’d be pretty impressed.