Is July 5th too soon after the Independence Day celebrations to confess that I don’t love fireworks? Like everyone else, I enjoy trying to capture fireworks in photographs. At the same time, every boom, crackle and hiss makes me cringe. Explosions are the soundtrack for the lives of men, women and children all over the world. They can’t call the police at 2 in the morning to complain about the neighbors putting fire crackers inside mailboxes. They lie awake at night evaluating their proximity to the violence the way my children count the time between thunder and lightning. They go about their days in a sleep deprived stupor surrounded by the never ending noise of gunfire and IEDs. I do not find the noises of war celebratory. I prefer the sounds of music and laughter, the taste of watermelon and the blue summer sky. I celebrate the sweet smell of sticky, sweaty children. Give me a picnic in the mountains over exploding anvils any day.