I wish I was around for Coney Island before it all went to hell (both in the 80’s and, in a different way, now). But until I find a Tardis, I am out of luck. I think that it why I love this picture. When I look at it I almost feel like I’m there. It transports me, and It gives me some solace that I can evoke that feeling from a simple photo. It validates why I am a photographer.