Coney Island NY
December 12, 2015
Nothing says home like a hot dog. A Nathan’s hot dog. I swear, even though I’m a vegetarian I might take a bite of one if I was back there. I never made it to Coney Island when growing up but there was a Nathan’s on Long Beach Road that we would go to every once in awhile. A huge cavernous building which was never very crowded, as I remember.
Photo by Raffaello Pasquale Processing by Emilio
My father did not teach me everything I know about photography. But he did let me borrow his camera from time to time when I was growing up. Last week, he flew to New York to scatter his parent’s ashes at the beach on Coney Island where my grandfather and grandmother first met. He asked to borrow one of my cameras and I offered the Canon, but he preferred the lighter, newer Fuji. What could I do? He’s my father!
While he was waiting for his flight, he practiced with the controls on the camera and caught this image of some unknown traveler. I loved the image and asked to process it. He agreed and I am now in the midst of processing all his selected favorite images from that trip. With his permission, I will post a few from time to time.
I was going to travel with him but work and home responsibilities prevented me from finally getting to meet Joe Giordano and his wife, Terry, Stacy Fischer, and Patti Kuche.
Maybe one day soon…
Sun, sand, sea, selfie.
Coney Island. NYC.
Coney Island hot summer. NYC
Wandering the sands of Coney Island where the feel of the street is never far away.
Coney Island, the end of one long hot day, the beginning of one long warm night.
After the long warm summer, a thin crowd potters at peace under the dark clouds of oncoming autumn along the boardwalk from Brighton Beach to Coney Island.
The last Sunday in September and here, out at Coney Island, fishermen throw their lines while others sit back and take in the Sunday sun. I took out my iPhone. Autumn seems so far away.
Monochromia 
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