You probably know about my fire works saga. You probably know about my Me a Day project. You don’t? well… You can read about it here… (Episode 1: Quality control and Episode 2: Black Cat Update) and my “Me a Day” project is a series of self portraits taken over the span a year. (It can be seen here.)
I picked up some VERY LONG (almost 3 feet long) morning glories. If you don’t know what a morning glory is… it’s kind of like a sparkler, but with more oomph.
I set up the camera and was ready… in case something worth while happened…
|An apt expression of my
To be honest… I’ve been so disillusioned by this whole experience that I was prepared… I was prepared for the ultimate disappointment… I was prepared for another one of these…
My lip already trembling with disappointment… I lit it.
I lit it and there was much glee. There was colored fire, sparks and shooty-poppy-starbursty bits. It was… awesome.
No… wait… it’ wasn’t awesome… but all things are relative. After the disappointment of Fsssss…pop! and Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and 4 second sparklers… this was awesome! Absolutely fantastic. It was as awesome as this:
I took some time lapse photos of the actual event. They… Like the morning glory, are amazing.
|Multi-colored fire and sparks.|
Then I had an idea.
It was an amazing idea.
It was an idea of epicness.
It was the idea of a pyrotechnic god.
It was one of my worst ideas… I should have known better.
After I had gotten my pictures with the morning glory taken, I decided I was going to take the short lived, sad excuses for sparklers I had gotten the other day and burn them. I was going to light them and enjoy them… ALL AT ONCE.
It would be a fireball of EPIC PROPORTIONS.
And it was… it was exactly that – a fireball… Of. Epic. Proportions.
You see, these sparklers were all about 7 inches long. I grabbed them by the little handle-y bit in a big bundle and lit them…
|This is not a reenactment – this is the actual event.|
It turns out, that when you apply a great deal of heat, the sparklers have a 4 second life span. This is a a bit shorter than the normal 10 second lifespan of these little death sticks, so I was understandably surprised.
Fsssssssssss – KAFWOOSH!!!
I have no hair on the back of my left hand… at least on the back of my fingers. I have spots dancing in front of my eyes and the neighborhood smells of magnesium and gunpowder. My hand smells faintly of burning hair. There is a pool of ash in the parking lot and I almost had a frigging heart attack…
You know what?
IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT!
|And this is me totally satisfied.|
I would even do it again, but I’m crazy like that!