Well, this is going to be a rather long entry. As I mentioned before, I went on a sort of road trip with a friend recently to some exotic island with some rather exotic inhabitants. My friend came to see the Island of Manhattan and per chance the Island of Coney’s as well.

We ended up on this exotic isle as a result of his aloud wondering. Where oh where do I go and see the ocean? Hmmm, I had no idea, but a glance at the map led me to Coney Island. I had always wanted to go there, knowing that there lots and lots and lots of things to photograph, so off we went into the deep dark night. No, actually, it was the day, but you get the picture. For those of you unaware of New York City geography, when you look at the subway it seems like you will have to cross a time zone or two to get to Coney Island. Actually, that wasn’t much of a discouragement. The day was bright, the company exceedingly pleasant.

That is of course until I got to Coney Island:

I haven’t been to Coney Island in over 25 years and the day I decided to go, this happens? Not only did it look like a tornado from industrial light and magic, but a hurricane was heading in the general direction of the “island.” Further conformation of my theory that a black cloud follows me where ever I go.

It rained, it rained and it rained some more. My friend and I took refuge in something called the Coney Island freak bar. And it lived up to its name:

OK, these guys have a lot of tats, so I guess that doesn’t put them right in the middle of the freak category, but it is not everywhere that you see a man with a tattoo on his face. The rain did subside slightly, so I was able to get a few pics of Coney Island, so called because a coney is an old word for rabbits and the area used to be an island. Enjoy:

Well, with the way those clouds looked, the fun had to come to an end at some point. And it did. The skies opened up and it rained cats, frogs and bananas. Luckily close by there was a nice aquarium, where I probably also last visited when I was in grade school. I like the sea life fine, but I’ll post up here what I thought captured the essence of the place:

All in all Coney Island proved a very enjoyable experience. Perhaps I will return again in 25 years. Then too it will be raining.