At dark, bright streaks like shooting stars—
Arch grandly ‘cross the summer night.
They burst into a flickering light
Erupting into showers of sparks.
The thrilling pops resound afar,
Across the fields they echo low.
The sizzling colors spray and glow
Like water fountains in the sky.
Again one shoots; again it blasts,
A chandelier suspended high—
Still higher, louder, till it dies
And smoke curls round in joyful wisps.
- First photo by Markus Fehr
- All other photos by Justin Sawatzky Photography
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