Happy Australia Day with the Firework Gods
January 26 is the official national day for Australia and commemorates the day in 1788 that the First Fleet of cutthroats, robbers and murderers arrived in Botany Bay, Australia. Of course, James Cook had explored that part of Australia in 1770; so this young country is a little older still.
It is also the Day of Mourning for the Indigenous Aboriginal.
Some six or seven or eight generations later, the descendants and hangers-on of those convicts are celebrating the day all over the country.
Me? As a newcomer to the country, I assimilate where I can.
There are usually parades and concerts and open air festivals in the city gardens and I had every intention of heading in. But I over-extended my left knee in the morning and was left with a rather painful click and a limp. As a result, I missed out on the daytime festivities.
But there was no way DH and I were missing out on yet more fun with the Firework Gods at night.
And.what.fun.it.was.
We got there early enough and scoped out and then claimed a space as our own. Sadly for us, a film crew came along and commandeered our spot.
It was still early enough for us to get yet another good spot along the Yarra River. This time, we made sure we were right on the banks of the river.
20 minutes from the blast off, a river cruiser came along and docked right where we were. Yes
really! We had to move our legs, which were dangling over the embankment or be crushed.
I think Im finally resilient to anything those Firework Gods throw at me. This time, I didnt care about was behind me and shooting laser-eye darts at me. I just moved my camera gear and plonked it down; with bare minutes to spare.
And as always, I was aiming my camera in the wrong direction.
So
.heres what I got. Despite their best efforts to the contrary, I think the Firework Gods and I are working relatively well with each other now.
Happy Australia Day!

