February, 2011
These photos got lost in my brain and computer with the move. Now the sand, machines, and seabirds of Coney Island are free of the frigid dormancy of winter. Maybe the Ferris wheel is turning too. Maybe the children are eating freshly pulled cotton candy. Maybe.
I love the fall. The air smells crisp with change. The nascent cold tickles my Floridian skin and awakens my brain. And then winter comes and snow gathers on the narrow branches to escape the depurifying dirt of the city ground. Here is Prospect Park colored red, orange and yellow with change, with time, and still with novelty.
Prospect Park from my fire escape
