Scootaloo asked me to take a photograph that evening, not of her but of the crowd so she could see their reactions for she was spinning too fast and had too much on which to concentrate.
Only three ponies are not looking into the sky. Rarity, with the rest of the Elements on one side of the half track, is looking away while dabbing at the bottom of her left eye with her handkerchief mortified that her mascara may run. Diamond Tiara is glaring at Silver Spoon, frowning, voicing some sort of critique. One of her front hooves is jabbing at her friends' side and the other is pointing upwards. The last pony not looking is Apple Bloom. She is frozen in midair with her eyes closed tight, hooting and hollering and her limbs akimbo. Next to her Sweetie Belle gazing lovingly aloft while clutching the scooter. On her other side Pinkie Pie is doing the "Running Pony" dance with her head thrown back. It looks like she is singing. She probably was.
Vervain and Needles are at the left hoof side of the frame. Both are shouting happily, punching the air. In front of them Archer has flopped onto his back with front legs behind his head like he was watching a fireworks show.
Rainbow Dash is uncharacteristically still, sitting, looking up confidently, leaning a bit on Fluttershy who is mid-duck, her eyes wide. Twilight is at Dash's left, calm and regal. Applejack is on all flours, rearing back arched, her Stetson half falling off.
Snips has a front leg around Snails' neck and appears to be giving commentary. Alula leaps in the air clapping her hooves, nearly knocking Silver Spoon over. Silver's glasses reflect the flash. She is looking up, her mouth open and lower lip curled like she is thirsty and trying to catch a raindrop. Featherweight and Rumble are both flying low as if trying to dodge an oncoming barrage that both crane their necks to see. Dinky Doo happily stomps her hooves and is smiling brightly. Big Mackintosh can just barely be spotted behind the half pipe calmly waiting so he can pull up its stakes and move its new home. Miss Cheerilee is on the far right. She has one hoof raised to her mouth like she has something to say. Maybe it's a fond goodbye.
Nearly center frame and out of focus but brightly lit by the flash is a single orange feather glowing bright like an eager fiery ember.