Where the Cats Meow
You can always bump into interesting folks at the muddy and decaying edge of the city. (Tried to get the little fellow at top to come home with me, but he had other plans.) I also met another photographer, the talented Sam Horine, who was looking for the yellow submarine here in Coney Island Creek.

Labels: Brooklyn, Coney Island, Coney Island Creek, kitten, photography, scrapyard, wrecking














