Last night (Sunday), I sat in my recliner with Sylvia alongside in hers.  We were talking with our son, Scott, when I heard the sound I had been listening to hear.  A “whump” sounded in the distance.  I rose from the chair as a second “whump” could be heard.  I picked up the tripod-mounted camera and headed for the open front door.  I saw the next two displays as the fireworks illuminated the night sky above the lake, which is a mile and a half from here.

Sylvia was with me as we stepped onto the front deck.  I had the camera ready.  We waited.  Nothing more happened.

There were no more fireworks last night.  Only the fireflies illuminated the night.  I’ve often thought how nice it would be to capture the nocturnal magic of the firefly in a photographic medium.

Why not?  The fireflies were doing their part and I had the camera mounted on a tripod and it was set for capturing a night scene.

I made several attempts at my goal of capturing the “magical moment.”  Ha!  It was like trying to capture emotion and romance in a mechanical drawing. 🙁

I did capture a little bit of “magic” in one of the many images.  It doesn’t do justice to what my eyes saw.

Firefly in action.

Fireflies light up the dark night.
Lens can’t grab that glorious sight.

I want to try to capture fireworks images this week.  Wish me luck. 😀