It's hard to dislike Coney Island. It reminds me in some ways of Blackpool in England but with a lot more people through the summer. Or maybe Bondi Beach in Sydney but without the surf. It's vibrant and fun and lively and quirky, but feels like a vestige from a past era. Victorian-age entertainments that have endured. Peeling paint and funfairs, ice-cream and hotdogs.
I normally photograph along the boardwalk and pier, but this time spent a little more time on the beach and in the main fairground. Not my most productive afternoon but I did learn a little more about the type of images I'd like to make, especially around the fairground.
I wonder what it was like in the late 1800's when the seven story Elephant-shaped hotel stood on the corner of Surf Avenue and 12th Street.