A few weeks ago, I was visiting Coney Island on a lovely spring day, and I got some great pictures of locations that happen to be important in Dreams of the Boardwalk. I’ve set them up on their own page on my author page. Check it out!
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Sorry I had to take down the chapters of Dreams of the Boardwalk that I had posted. It seems that Amazon doesn’t appreciate it when you try to sell something that’s available online for free, even if what’s online for free is a first draft that went on to be significantly revised.
But that brings us to the good news: Dreams of the Boardwalk is completed and going up this week! Stay tuned – just a couple days until everything is ready, and then Dreams of the Boardwalk will be available on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback formats!
So I got a new phone this weekend. The old one was dying. Battery wouldn’t hold a charge, functions weren’t working as they should, the whole nine yards. So I got a new one. With the trade-in, it hurt a lot less than I thought it would.
And I must say, I am just amazed by the camera on this thing. It seems like just a few years ago when I got a digital camera that was top of the line at five megapixels, and now my phone has 21, and that isn’t even its primary function. The march of technology is amazing.
(I had a camera on my old phone, of course, but it kinda sucked.)
So now that I have this amazing new camera that I carry around with me wherever I go anyway, you might start to see a few more photo album posts around here.
For example, I got my new phone last Saturday – the day mentioned in the title, oddly enough. On that same day, I went to – you guessed it! – Coney Island. Coney Island last Saturday was significantly warmer than the last time I went, but it was still a bit chilly. Long stretches of the beach were deserted. So I tried to see if I could capture the stark beauty of it with my new camera – the chill wind and the blowing sand:
I think it worked. Then I realized (as I was walking past it) that there was one Coney Island landmark, that I don’t think I’d ever shared:
I have no idea what that is. Part of an older boardwalk? Last remnant of a long-gone amusement park? Anybody know?
That’s the jetty at the West End. The borderline. The end of Coney. And beyond it…
It feels like looking over the edge of the world. That bridge in the distance is the Verrazano-Narrows bridge.
That’s all I have for now, but I think you can expect more posts showcasing whatever piece of wonder or beauty I’ve seen. As for Coney, that idea of a “Twelve Months of Coney” feature is sounding better and better. Stay tuned…
I made my first trip of the year out to Coney Island this past weekend.
I meant to write about it sooner, but certain distractions intervened, including what’s turning out to be a poorly-received movie review. Possibly a bad choice there.
This past Saturday, I visited Coney Island for what will probably be the last time until Spring comes around again. The end of summer means the end of summer places, and let’s face it – Labor Day is the end of summer, no matter what the calendar says.
My original plan was to set my alarm and get up at 6:30, so I could arrive very early, when there would be few people. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite work out that way. After sitting at home all week to let people in for repairs, I had to sit at home for a few more hours to let someone in for repairs. I was…upset.
Nothing about Coney was easy this weekend. But that seems right somehow. I didn’t go to Coney Island this weekend for fun. I went to get a workout that’s more interesting than 45 minutes on the treadmill, and I went to reconnect.