Freak Show

Coney Island, Brooklyn

During the winter the parc Coney Island is closed. The gigantic „Wonder whell“ stopped and it feels like everything as been left alone. Only the local population is passing through.
I walk around the parc, a particular atmosphere emanate from it. My imagination is been carried away by this place, I feel under it’s influence.
While looking at the people passing by, I can’t stop myself to associate this place and his inhabitants as if there was no bounderies between them. That feeling reinforce my curisosity.
Could it be an illusion or the strangeness of this parc that make me think that way ?
Some signs „ Leave or be arrested“ reminds me of the existence of a certain order, an invisible but clear presence of control.
After all, it only remains an intrigue and a fascination.