4th Of July Fireworks Show At The Vinoy

For the 4th of July down here the must place to be is the Vinoy Park to see the fireworks. There are many spread out like in Gulfport, Treasure Island and Largo, but the Vinoy offers acres of room, nice scenery Bayside with the soon-to-be-torn-down Pier. We grabbed our lawn chairs and cooler, Subs and tea and set up camp at our favorite spot.

Readying herself for the fireworks display was a very anxious and walking Norah.

I am the golden-aged retriever. In the background is the bay with dozens of boats anchored to see the show.

Peek...

A boo is a popular game with the younger dudes.

Killroy is here.

New law down here says that your dogs must have their own life vests.

Many boats were decked out with flags today.

Taxiing (is that a word?) over to pick up a friend is fast and easy.

Fireworks may be one of the most difficult subjects to record. The settings don't always make taking pictures any easier. It is, in my case dumb blind luck. Here are four that were NOT taken by me that are very nice and clear. The photog was with us and want you to know she is very good. Nancy, take a bow.

The first finale.

The second finale.

The fireworks are dazzlingly good. Mind you, BFE's were pretty world-class, too, but St. Petersburg may be a just a notch or two better.

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