i took the train to coney island.
new year’s eve alone on the bridges of hudson river
bygone era. lost memories.
went to bed shortly after midnight sleeping over in some small hotel somewhere on the lower east side.
early wake up. foggy beach day
thinking and cleaning up on the first day of the year.
arrival at 7pm on the empty train.
fascinated by the abandoned luna park ambiance. it had such a beauty to me. fragile, lost in the mist.
and then there they came. hundreds of people.
the polar bears.
running into the water by the sound of the conch shell of the chief polar bear.
a day i never forget.
the start in the new year could not have been better.