when we went to coney island, getting off the train was like stepping into fall; the weather there is a total mystery, no matter what. it's just an anonymous corner of brooklyn to any and all weather stations.
the temperatures we found recorded were of prospect park, so deep within, slowly cooking itself in the sun.
coney island, 4/?/2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008 | | labels: allie, brooklyn, holga, reminder
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