Yesterday I watched as months of preparation, countless hours of time and the work of many hands exploded in the sky in an eruption of fireworks. More than 50,000 people cheered in the park with thousands of others watching from nearby locations as the lights danced through the sky to a set selection of songs on KSSK 92.3.

Most of the people watching the fireworks have no idea the amount of work invested in the 12 – 15 minute display. They don’t know about the detailed traffic plans, alternative bus routes, barricades, phone lines and technical precision required to get the fireworks to sync exactly with the music, porta-potties, dumpsters, police officers, coast guard coordination, permits, cleanup crews, etc. They didn’t sit in hours of meetings, create a 15-page timeline or run test after test to ensure everything went exactly as planned. They weren’t up at 3 a.m. (well some of the dedicated campers might have been) and didn’t fall into bed at 11 p.m. after an 18 hour day. They just see the fireworks. And that is exactly how it should be.

As I heard the people cheering in awe as shell after shell exploded into the sky I was almost brought to tears. Today, although long, did not feel like work. It felt like magic.

I never thought I would have a job that involved coordinating Hawaii’s largest fireworks display. I never thought I would get to work alongside the amazing individuals who make this annual tradition a reality for so many. Standing under the sparkling sky I was consumed by thankfulness for all of the hours, time and people who made yesterday a very happy 4th of July.

Mark Ramelb Photography
Mark Ramelb Photography

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