America’s one on the classic beaches Coney Island holds many unique traditions. Officially the beach is not open yet but the fun has just began at Luna Park. I saw some constructions around there so I am sure there will be surprises for summer. One of the surprises is the new thunderbolt .
Until then let’s have a good time in Coney Island.
We can have fun in many ways in Coney Island because its cool.Here is some photos I captured in my recent Spring trip to Coney Island.
All photos by Sahadev Poudel
Taken by iPhone 5s.
Photo of the Day- Verrazano-Narrows Bridge- connects two boroughs of New York City-Staten Island and Brooklyn.1,298 meter long, VN bridge was built on 1964. Everyday estimated 200,000 vehicles cross the bridge. This is one of the best places for fishing,cycling,running and of course for to take pictures.
Have a nice day! — at Verrazano Bridge.
Coney Island is one of the most popular summer destinations for many beach lovers. It is largely popular for boardwalk and accelerating amusement activities. It has a 45 meter tall Wonder Wheel including much other entertaining stuff. Mostly, I love walking, taking photographs, and splash on the beach.
If you want to go by train D, F, N & Q trains will take you to there.
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All photos Copyrights by Sahadev & Pratima
Baby loves beach
Grab a Crab
A Trip To Coney Island
Jumping to the beach
A Trip To Coney Island
Wheel of Wonder
Coney Island Beach
Photo speaks itself.
Thank you so much for visiting.
Guess– Where was this photo taken?
From Brooklyn To Manhattan Photo Tour with Walt Whitman’s poem “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.”
FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose;
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at all hours of the day;
The simple, compact, well-join’d scheme—myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated, yet part of the scheme:
The similitudes of the past, and those of the future;
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river;
The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me far away;
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them;
The certainty of others—the life, love, sight, hearing of others.
Others will enter the gates of the ferry, and cross from shore to shore;
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide;
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights of Brooklyn to the south and east;
Others will see the islands large and small;
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half an hour high;
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood-tide, the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.
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Photos By Sahadev Poudel
New York City