Lost and Found
It’s been a week and a half since the July 4th and I finally found the USA t-shirt I wanted to wear on the holiday. It’s the one shirt I keep in a special place so I can easily find it on the one day a year I wear it. Couldn’t lay my hands on it July 4th, but stumbled right onto it yesterday. It was in a pretty good spot at the bottom of a box where I keep my old t-shirts. Had I looked in the box I am sure I would have found it. I just tucked the box away too well. So I put it back in the box and have every hope of finding it next summer. (Somebody remind me about July 1 next year, where I put it.)
We had a lot of fun with family and friends over the holiday. We went to the local parade, the grandkids did some fishing -and catching too. We ate a lot of good food, toasted marshmallows in our fire pit and, in the evening, drove back into to town to watch a terrific fireworks display.
The 4th of July is a colorful holiday with all the reds, whites and blues and I took a lot of pictures. But my favorite image (below) was close to my last shot of the day as the fireworks was winding down. It was okay in color, but when I stripped out the color, I found something different… blacks and whites instead of the rocket’s red glare.
It was the end of a good day for our country and with our family.