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.
6 comments:
Hey, nice photos.
Thanks - always happy to get a compliment.
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".
I agree with all. Nice photos! You and your camera work well together.
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?
I would imagine a lot of sea water goes through SpongeBob's mind.
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