Friday, August 04, 2006

Coney Island

Coney Island, land of abundance where nothing is real, except for the condom that I found floating on the surface as I got out of the water. I'm pretty sure that was real. It was not one of mine.

Many Homers, lots of Patricks. We saw a cop eating three hamburgers, one after the other. We saw not one but two little girls who got separated from their guardians. Giant hamburgers, "alive" chimps, Miss Coney Island under glass who, for a quarter, will dance to "If I Fell" by the Beatles, and a display where past and present mingle and olde-timey beach goers ride swings, cheerfully oblivious to a human sponge on his back, staring at the sky.





7 comments:

Julie said...

Hey, nice photos.

the hanged man said...

Thanks - always happy to get a compliment.

sister of mrs. collins said...

I like how all the compositions are 'tilted' in one way or another. The cautionary tale of the chimp head: be happy you are alive and not "alive".

Miss Stambaugh said...

I agree with all. Nice photos! You and your camera work well together.

mrs. collins said...

In the last picture it looks like Sponge Bob got sick from the old- timey ride.

the hanged man said...

Thanks, everyone. The "tilt" probably comes from all those hours watching "Batman" as a child. As for SpongeBob, who knows what goes through his mind?

sister of mrs. collins said...

I would imagine a lot of sea water goes through SpongeBob's mind.