As I mentioned in my last post, I was on vacation last week. On Monday, an almost spur-of-the-moment decision to visit Coney Island was rewarded with a relaxing, quiet and gorgeous day at the famed beach. Sunny and warmish but not hot. There were very few people there being an off-season Monday afternoon and it was utterly relaxing. Since the amusement parks are now only open on weekends, the only noises were those of nature: surf and gulls. I am so glad I went... and it's so easy to get there too. I get on the G in my neighborhood, take it half way across Brooklyn where I transfer for the F which goes right to the beach.
I waded for a good long stretch--I found the water surprisingly pleasant. Wading in the Atlantic gives me a sense of connection with the coasts of Europe... I mean... just on the other side of the "pond". :) It's grand. Such a big puddle. Well, huge. Something about it takes my soul back to some long ago dawn. Very peaceful. The gulls know this.
After a good walkabout and wading I headed back up to the boardwalk, found a bench all to myself and knitted for a good three quarters of an hour. I took the blanket with me. Knit on the train going and coming too.
I took some pictures which I'll share. I put them in this animated slide show to save room. I hope it doesn't slow you down too much when loading. Each picture will display for 5 seconds. There is a pic of my feet in the Atlantic to prove I was there. ;) There is a Thin Man poster pic--the brim of my straw hat looks ominous as a shadow. There is a picture of alien handwriting in the sand... footprints... amusements... sand... water... gulls... Enjoy...