Coney Island

there has always been places that kind of stand out to me for some reason.
I thinks it's the nostalgia I'm drawn to.
Time off and weather permitting, I have been making trips to coney island.
Always wanted to go there ......
Full of art - history - and carnival culture.
The train ride alone makes the journey worth it, as it travels above ground across Brooklyn, so looking out the window theres lots to see.
These photos are of the very colorful mural painted building across the street that greets you just outside stillwell station.
.... which is amazing in itself (To me anyway) .........
this is the platform .....
..................... pictures from inside, of the stained glass walls didn't come out to well this time .... :(
on the way back I was the only one there ..... the conductor opened his door and we spoke for a bit ...... he let me sit in the drivers seat ... LOL !! ......
I love this below picture !
taken out the front window ....

It's so hard for me to expess how I feel and think about things anymore.......
I've kind of had a "Heidi" like life growing up......
with some years lived on my mothers goat farm in the woods (NO LAUGHING AT THAT!!!)
.......... and others running the streets of Pittsburgh.
I am no stranger to city life ..... but now understand why Pittsburgh is often labeled a pretend city by outsiders. Even its most inner areas could never come close to being defined "urban" by NYC standards. and with the recent -- years just past, spent "becoming one with nature" ..... admiring, loving and understanding the world built by "GOD" ......... I now find myself inside an opposite almost entirely man made existence ....... and there is an amazing beauty to be found in that as well.
even in train tracks.......
still, no matter where I am at that moment ...... there is always a piece of me somewhere else (if that makes sense to anyone) so as much as I prefer city living -My inner balance needs to be maintained between both ..... .

of all the things in this world I love, ocean (and stars), just make my heart ache!!!
On the old blog I had wrote several times of my water dreams and a sailor like "sea sickness" ................ how I could smell it in the breeze sometimes all the way in PA. , calling me from somewhere deep down inside if I stayed away to long.
I remember the comments from Steven reflecting back to his navy days, looking out across the endless water and connecting that feeling with seeing god......
thats the main reason I go to Coney Island. Did I say I love it? The sound of wind and waves the gulls, the smell of salt and sand, I don't even care what the weather is ... on this day was in the 30's ... brrrrrr. The sky looks painted doesn't it?
I'm there looking for god .................... or that sense of connection to it.


.......................... there is also a board walk .
Not quite as big as Atlantic or Ocean city's but looks fun. Each time I go back more things are open.
Traditional shore attractions .......
I sat and had a beer in one of the beach front bars ..... which is something I've never seen.
the walls were just covered in photos and memorabilia from summers past.......
The Bartender said he had grown up there in Coney Island, all the way back in the steeple park days ....... I hope I will speak with him again.
I'm sure he has some incredible stories to tell.