My dad lives in the country outside Lansing, Michigan, so he has some space and understanding neighbors that will let him shoot off some serious fireworks. I'm not kidding when I say serious. Like, have to have a permit serious. Like, have to get it from a supplier, not some tent on the side of the road serious.
I teased about the fireworks a little from my mobile post over the weekend, but now that I have photographic evidence with residual hearing loss and light sensitivity to prove it.
|Getting the mortars ready.|
|See? I told you they were serious.|
|So. Freaking. Cool.|
|Red, white, and blue.|
|Minor grass fire from a tipped mortar.|
|Lots of itty bitty pieces of cardboard|
|Baby frog visitor|
|Legit. You can't make this shizz up.|