I go to Coney Island in as many seasons as I can, to capture the land of my imagination on camera. The people are as vibrant as the amusements.
This past trip made me think of a book of poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A Coney Island of the Mind.
Here’s a small snippet from #21
At a certain age
her heart put about
searching the lost shores
And heard the green birds singing
from the other side of silence