I’ve wanted to see snow on the beach ever since I learned such a thing was possible from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. After a couple lovely inches fell Sunday night, B and I took the train down to Coney Island (a little closer than Montauk, and evocative of Angel Heart). I’ve also wanted to have a NY bagel since I learned they were possible, so we got bagel sandwiches and walked down to the water, through the desolate amusement park.
Seagulls joined us for our arctic picnic, and true to NY form, were not shy with their demand. You’ll see sample photos of two different reactions to the aerial aggression. A full series of the attack/embrace will perhaps be made available at another time.