However, Florence went at night (naked swimming).
This night wandering through I wondered if her nights were as alive as this one.
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
4 comments:
Oh, these are lovely pics! They bring the energy of that crazy place alive, truly.
the audio clips via the link are wonderful! i love the rickety tickety images, too. thank you for sharing.
I've never been to Coney Island at night, except in still pictures. Really captures the magic.
Hi CO - Yeah, in all these years, I've never been to Coney at night. You've inspired me . . . when it cools down of course. Can hardly leave my block in this heat.
T.
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