After the worst of it yesterday, I biked out to Coney Island and found the boardwalk closed. I took a few pictures and headed back. This week always makes me wistful. Going into Labor Day, thoughts of the beach over the summer roll through my head like a series of rough waves.
This week I'll put up a lot of photos from the beach. Today, a few of Irene's aftermath at Coney, some art on the walls and the sun going down along the Bay's seawall.
Goodnight, Irene.
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