A particular place

Sometimes when you have a lot of work to do, your body just takes over and makes you play instead.

Today was one of those days. I got on my bike with only a vague destination in mind, and found myself just following my feelings (like Luke).

The feelings apparently wanted to meet up with a cute boy and ride to Coney Island.

Nice choice.

The last time I took pics at Coney, I had the Nikon with me, and the results were of the prize-winning variety. Really, really nice shots.

This time, it was just coming on dusk as we arrived, and we first had to entertain ourselves by riding the scary old rollercoaster (primarily scary for me, as I am not the greatest coaster rider, and this one is a whiplash-fest).

So by the time I got my little dinghy out there wasn't much natural light to speak of.

And yet, I really like the results of the neon plus greying sky.

There's something about Coney Island that is hard to describe. It's a little seedy and a little gleeful and a little hokey and a little slice of the past.

You look at it, at those lights on the Wonder Wheel, and something twists a little in your gut, and you think, now there is something.

It's not quite like anywhere else, and you can understand how people get nostalgic about it.

It's the kind of place that makes you nostalgic the first time you go there, for a past that was never yours to begin with.

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