Rowing out to the turning basin where we view the fireworks from each year, one of my guests noticed the brilliant colors behind us. We turned to admire the beauty and rich colors for a few minutes before pressing on.
The fireworks display was fantastic (and not very photographable),
but I did manage to get a reflection of it in the ferro of one of our gondolas.
Yeah, it's in there somewhere.
The 4th of July is very exciting, all day and into the night, but afterwards
I am thankful that it's gone. I love the meaning of it, but the intensity,
and the way everyone gets crazy in Newport, is more than one city can
take for a long period of time.
Happy Independence Day, my friends.