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2014 St. Pete Fireworks - Part 1

It seems where people gather together traditions are born.  Since we have all been down here one such tradition has been to gather at the 4th of july fireworks show at Vinoy Park.  This year was no different.  As is also nature's tradition, storm clouds threatened the spectacle but once again, dodged the event.  



Like always boats start filling the waters waiting for the show to start.


Friends/lovers wear matching red-white-and-blue shirts.



The ever-vigilant gulls waiting and then swooping for a dropped snack.


There was plenty of blue sky and plenty of threatening clouds, but once again, the rains held off.


The moon was a partner in the activities as you will see during the videos of the show.  


The Vinoy fills up.  It is festive as people laugh, take pictures, light some sparklers and watch the dolphins cruise up and down the retaining wall.  



Brendan doing his Brendan thing.  Which is basically cutting everyone up with his joking, winding up Norah and picking on his sister.





As the sun sets the rays can be seen shooting between the skyscrapers that rise to the west of the park. 


The group awaiting the show with a sandwich, drinks, and snacks. 



Norah had fun with her glow-sticks.



Boats and boaters gather in the Bay for the show.  There is also a local kayak club that arrives, via their kayaks, in a group, to watch, too. 


The skies darken, and the excitement ramps up.  The time is nigh.


Damn, don't cha hate it when they do this? More tomorrow.  












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