You may remember back in October when Oli and I spent a day at Coney Island, eating hot dawgs and riding the Wonder Wheel. I blogged about it here but it completely slipped my mind that Oli was snapping away on black and white film. These photographs pretty accurately convey the creepy feeling that lingered in the air, fun parks are usually pretty spooky but Coney really takes the cake. It wouldn't have surprised me to see ghosts from bygone eras riding the ancient Merry-Go-Round or strolling along the boardwalk hand in hand.
This week we've made a big ol' dent in the Deep South and waved farewell to North Carolina, Tennessee, Mississipi and Louisiana. We are currently smack bang in the middle of Texas eating as much BBQ as physically possible and eyeing off some mighty fine ten gallon hats worn by the locals.