Watching from a rooftop deck in Saltaire, Fire Island, we were so close to the barge in the bay that we could hear every hiss and sizzle and pow-snap-pow as if the explosions were happening right in front of us. Which they were.
The presence of the sound added a new story to the drama of fireworks, with a beginning, middle, and end to every flower of lights and sparkle. Plus a thrill of suspense, as a single rocket headed upward might transform into a huge bloom, a brilliant cascade, a random spiral of color.
First best fireworks sans aural dimension? that’s easy — see the wedding cake and bride and groom below! Of course, it’s Weinberg-Stine Wedding 2010!