The holiday came and went and for me it was quiet. I watched fireworks from my living room window - they looked small but still magnificent.
In Japan during the summer fireworks are a regular occurrence. It was the perfect weekend to flip through this book once again and study these photographs. Something about the deliberate randomness is striking me. I sat with the book over coffee, over tidying up and still it's on my desk. I see lights in the sky in my mind.
I painted a firework this morning from memory - I love the inherent sense of happy and joy they bring.