Aeolian Coney
The sand grains were flying one day this past January at Coney Island.
Blown sheets like ghosts lacerating your ankles.
It isn't ectoplasm they leave behind.
Blown sheets like ghosts lacerating your ankles.
It isn't ectoplasm they leave behind.
Labels: photo-series
posted by rada at 1:50 PM
2 Comments:
is that a razor in the last pic?
pretty sure it's a piece of some sunglasses, the earpiece.
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