Have you ever been to an amusement park in winter…when it’s closed, quiet and waiting, and kind of creepy (but in that exhilarating, surreal kind of way)?
Except for missing out on the rides and the neon lights, I think this may have been the best way for me to first see Coney Island back in 2012. I liked the emptiness of it…like I had it all to myself. My friend Jill and I took our time walking through the park that day. Soaked up all the carnival colors. Studied the signs. Played with the angles.
I thought of Coney Island as hibernating…dreaming about the coming summer’s smiling crowds, but also regrouping, getting fresh paint, tightening the bolts. As I stay close to my Chicago radiators this winter, I’m passing through old photos, old memories and looking to the future. I want to see Coney Island again when it’s awake, when it’s spring. I want to ride the rides, shoot the neon, bump elbows with the crowds, and to see how the park survived Hurricane Sandy in October 2012.
So, rest up Coney Island. I’m putting you on the list, again. Coney Island, and also the Redwoods, and Cuba, and Ireland, and the Badlands, and New Orleans, and Nova Scotia, and Australia, and, and, and…