Ahh, Territory Day… the day you celebrate the independence of your home by blowing up a small part of it.
It’s the only day of the year when you can buy fireworks legally, and the choice is vast. From tiny crappy little fizzy things to massive explosives that wouldn’t be out of place in a war zone, there’s something for everyone. The group on the beach near us probably spent more on fireworks than the total worth of some African nations, as there was no let up on the explosions. We had only purchased the smallest selection of fireworks, on sale at half price, and set about lighting up the night sky as best we could, with what we had.
Walking from the back of the beach where we were sitting, to the “detonation safe-zone” at the front where there were no people to injure should anything go wrong, was like walking through a war zone. Fireworks being let off left, right and centre is a bit intimidating as you are unsure how well everyone had securely planted their fireworks… especially the big ones.
But tonight wasn’t all about being blown up. it was a chance to try my hand at photographing fireworks. To some success, I got a few good shots (plus the necessary sunset shots) and will have to wait until next year to try again. I know what I did right and want to try something else when I got it wrong, mainly focus and shutter times. There were a few shots that are soooo bright because the shutter was open for too long, so I adjusted the time by placing the cap over the lens to effectively stop the exposure. I also set the ISO a bit lower to try and reduce camera noise which also led to the long shutter times… plus I’ll bring my tripod, even though the Esky made a good makeshift one. Can’t wait for next year!
More to come…