Posts tagged ‘coney island’
give it a squeeze
the thing about the moon is this
all you haters out there can say this or that about space travel to the moon. sure, there were some inconsistencies with the pictures NASA was sending back. but come on, they were using hasselblads that were mounted to their chests. did you ever try shooting medium format? did you ever try loading one of those fucking cameras? and that’s just on earth. now imagine doing that in a highly radioactive environment with ten inch think gloves and a director yelling in your face. it’s almost near impossible. yeah, so what about the shadows in all the weird places and the flag blowing in the wind in space. it’s medium format. shit like that happens when you use cameras like that.
even now, after everything i went through, i still get asked what it’s like to have a ten foot tail. i laugh to myself and just shake my head. you should see their expressions when i whisper, “i can fly motherfucker. what can you do?” i say it so fast and with a slight turkish accent that they’re not really sure what i said but are too embarrassed to ask me to repeat it. so they just smile and tip their head a little bit before walking away.
the one and only
when i go to sleep, i dream of things big and small. big like headlining madison square garden and singing like chris cornell or brent smith or maybe bringing about peace in the middle east or paying off my student loans with the money in my checking account or getting to spend a couple more hours with my dad before he died or teaching my three year old how to read. small like eating rocky road ice cream or swimming in the ocean without any fear of sharks or hanging out in prospect park eating some fried chicken. but right before i wake up, i find myself treading water amidst hundreds of paper boats, the kind you make with a few folds on a piece of folder paper and can double as a hat. and then the paper boats start spinning real fast like tops or something and when i try to put them back on course, they all start slipping toward a waterfall and then they jump off when they get to the edge as if they had legs. i watch as they fly into the air and do somersaults and flips and once in a while i think they’re going to float with the wind and maybe transform into a paper plane but then they just kind of dive down toward the bottom every time with a barely noticeable splash and then they’re lost in the spray and rocks and moss and water.
i like coney island in the rain
for me, the best time to go to coney island is in the summer when it’s raining. the rain washes away all the dust and litter and manhattanites that tend to accumulate. what’s left is the innocence that will always be coney island. even if you weren’t born here, you are transported back, even for a few seconds, to that time in your childhood when you could yell at the top of your lungs, when your daddy was your best friend, and you ran from one place to another because you could.
Wonder Wheel, originally uploaded by Rufus Mangrove.
Coney Island, Brooklyn.
Velvia 100 (exposed at 200)