Last night we camped out by the bay for a few hours, waited until the sun set, and watched the annual fireworks show. At the last minute, people came and stood right in front of us, violating my inalienable right to gape at fireworks while seated and / or lying down. We couldn’t see anymore (and neither could my camera from its gorillapod situation on the ground), so I had to stand up to watch and free-hand the photos. Since my own unsteadiness becomes a big feature in these pictures, they’re not really of fireworks anymore. They alternate between abstract and surreal. These are just a few of them, but I put more on flickr.