Tuesday, 28 July 2015
As I gaze through the lens I can see... colourful figures and dancing shapes running through the night sky, silhouetted against the falling sun.
I stare wondering which angle to shoot it from. I want to get it perfect as it only happens every 100 years. The music pounded in my ears as I tried to concentrate.
I look at the big white and red canvas billowing in the wind as it slowly began getting darker and darker as its colours faded. People spoke about this magical tent which becomes like a shadow as the night grows darker. People spoke of this magical party, it certainly was mysterious.