. . . shot off fireworks

Happy Independence Day to everyone. Went on a very brief photo outing yesterday and found some new inspiration for another series of "heavy equipment" type paintings. This is one of them that sort of seemed to fit the fireworks theme. Instead of the previous "Blue Baptist Church Bus" series, this one is obviously red, juicy rusty red . . . an old tow truck.

As to fireworks, I love them. . . I loved them as a kid, I love them now as a grandma. I love to set them off, not watch them so much. But too bad, it's illegal to set them off. I would probably scare the shit out of the grandbabies anyway. When I was a kid, we had an apple tree in the yard. We would poke holes in the little green apples and plug them with Black Cats, then light the firecrackers with our punks and launch them across the yard (into the street, into the neighbors' yards, into oncoming traffic, etc.) Not a year went by that Frosty, the local cop, didn't come by the house to tell us to cut it out. If kids did that today they would probably be arrested and charged with a crime. One benefit of growing up in the tiny little town. In the 1950s.

Happy day off, happy long weekend, happy thankful-that-we-live-in-the-USA day.