The night before the "blizzard" I knew that the next day would be my day to do what I've always wanted to do: Photograph Coney Island covered in the snow. As we were leaving the house that morning I was getting really antsy. The sun was beaming, melting the icicles and it would take an hour to get there. By the time we arrived, the ground was white and we still had a great time. I ran to the beach like it was the first day of summer.
But what I really really want is a dark, frozen, and grey Coney Island. I want to see the snow piled high on the Ferris wheel and icicles dripping from the roller coaster. I will be back.