On the fifty second floor of a Chicago high rise, I set up my tripod and camera. In the distance, small showers of light begin to ignite the sky. But I’m here, for only one show. The Saddle and Cycle Club launches an impressive display of fireworks each year, which competes with the city's best. Five hundred feet above the crowd and perched next to the window, I wait. As dusk turns to darkness, The celebration of independence begins with red, white, blue light and I press the shutter remote.