Thursday, January 1, 2015

There is no grief in this, only the old year

There were plenty of fireworks last night. When taking photographs of fireworks one should use a tripod, but I was too tired for that. Here are two photographs taken handheld, the first one contains an airplane, the moon, and some fireworks on the sky.

(Posting title is from the poem Chinese New Year by Lynda Hull.)

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