And when the time is right
It’s gonna change the world
And with the darkened sky
There is nothing fertile
And there is no more love
Or gates of pearls

I see the seven stars
I see the seven stands
I hear the deathly voice
I count the sins we have

I am the living one
I am the first and last
The crowds, the noise, the change of the guard
It’s such a strange celebration
The kids, they laugh, there’s fire, it eats up the world
It’s such a strange celebration
All our eyes are burned by heaven and earth
It’s such a strange celebration

190/365 // *all our eyes are burned by heaven and earth*

Photographs inspired by Behold A Pale Horse by Angels and Airwaves and some $25,000 worth of fireworks. It is hard to resist photographing fireworks. It can be cliche in photography circles and a running joke with everyone else — when have you ever looked back at that photo or video? Did you ever watch it, even once? Pobby not. However, if you have any interest in space and things unknown, it can be pretty magical when you overlay fireworks onto another photo.

So every year, I drag out the camera and photograph them again. I like to wait until the end of the show when the area is filled with smoke so I can get a little bit of a cloud/fog feel. I like using that texture in double exposures and collages. Of course the bursts and sprinkles and shatters also provide their own aesthetic. 190/365 // and with the darkened sky is made up of four different firework photos and one self portrait with a sunlight lamp. 190/365 // all our eyes are burned by heaven and earth is made up of 3 firework photos and one self portrait with a sunlight lamp.

The crowds, the noise, the change of the guard
It’s such a strange celebration
The kids, they laugh, there’s fire, it eats up the world
It’s such a strange celebration
All our eyes are burned by heaven and earth
It’s such a strange celebration