With so many adventures had in New York this past week, I'll be doing a mini series to capture and document my favorite parts of our trip. It seems wrong to just clump everything together in one photo-logue (besides, that would be the longest post everrrr) as each day was filled to the brim with so many wonderful moments. The posts will be interspersed, but my hope is to share all the nooks and crannies we enjoyed oh-so-much, and I hope you enjoy looking back on a few of my favorite stops along our journey in the big city as well!
Coney Island has always had this air of mysterious nostalgia when I've pictured it, like the way you feel after watching Tom Hanks in Big, or the oddity of circus side shows, and the lingering history of the people who trapes in and out on this old boardwalk, with its 100 year old ferris wheel. As if Coney Island wasn't a bit eery enough on winter's day, with its closed up doors, starkly still rides, grey atlantic coast, desolate boardwalk, and whispers of gulls off in the distance--on a day where snow goes from hail then to rain, leaving a damp wooden planks as the perfect reflector of the bright paint, vintage signs, and light posts, it becomes even more mysterious, just begging you to peek around corners, peer closely through fences, and imagine what stories lie beneath it all.
I like to imagine what it was like, to visit this place, when it first became. Beach goers not to be seen in a swimsuit, as that was so taboo. Side shows with the hairiest lady, or the man who swallows fire, or the bend-able acrobat dare-deviling his way across tight ropes and through suspended hoops--"enter if you dare, for a penny, to see it all" they'd say. Ice-cream cones with simple flavors, street music with accordions, and hot dogs of course. And how people came from all over just to ride to the very top of the wheel, and oh the view, how simply breath-taking it was to a Coney Island goer in 1920.
One week ago today, we woke up and hopped on the subway straight to Coney Island. The few hours of exploring ended with a cup of coffee and a late breakfast hotdog at the World Famous Nathan's. It was the best way to spend that beautifully grey Saturday morning in New York. Firsts for me, on this adventure: The trip to Coney, hotdogs before 11 a.m., and the beach at 20 degrees.
















