Oh, Coney Island. Despite the sometimes unsavory sand-side neighbor or two (or group of teenagers) the place still has its charms. Like when you’re minding your own business, quietly reading a JFK biography and suddenly some nearby roughhousing – involving throwing a kicking and screaming girl into the water – exposes a breast. And at the same moment a helicopter appears, flying very low, and the people on the beach are momentarily torn between which is more exciting to look at. For me, it was the chopper. With my neighborhood plagued by excessive helicopter noise, I hope sharing it will cathartically help me appreciate the machine for its ability to spot distressed swimmers and not hate it for the otherwise constant disruption of my quality of life at home.
Later, after finding a great parking space and waiting on multiple lines in the unseasonable swelter to get on the Intrepid’s pier, I enjoyed some swing dancing.
I walked to the end of the pier and took in the sights, including the Concorde. Much like the Mona Lisa, it is remarkably smaller in real life. The people-watching was mostly tourists and military recruiters, so I stood along the railing and got my lean on. To my left appeared this dynamic duo, and when they bounced away in their freaky future shoes, I just had to capture the absurdity. Although, as life did not loan me the body of a leggy French supermodel, I am quite curious what it would be like to be that tall in a crowd. Perhaps then I would not be so uncomfortable in crowds? Noted, and please take a moment to imagine me at a concert at Summerstage in Central Park sporting these contraptions, a unitard, and holding a lighter.
In addition to Army recruiters there were also seamen helping children make little boats…
And then they showed them how they control the weather using a pool and fans.
After I got too hot on the pier, I made my way to Times Square with my camera (since I was in the area). It was such a nice afternoon! While crossing 10th Avenue I heard a horse in distress, and I looked around. I saw a mounted officer talking to some Marines on the corner as they waited to cross, and continued on. After making my way across the avenue, I heard the whinny again and looked around. I found this horse tied against the fence, and he was really anxious. (Of course) he had seen his stable mate down the way and was calling out, wanting to “join the herd”. I calmed him down, hung out with him, and went to a bar to get a container of water for him. I spent an hour alone with a horse today, and it was very good for my soul. I love New York. And horses.