the beach (...or the lake...or the mountains)

the beach has been on my mind lately, due largely to the fact that I have yet to be there this year and along with the first fireflies, it's always the thing that signifies the official beginning of summer. we're lucky in the northeast to have four distinct seasons and summer really does only last for a little while (though when it feels like 100 degrees and the new york city sidewalks are hazy, it definitely seems longer than that). coney island, the place synonymous with burlesque beach going, is a train ride away from mostly anywhere in the city. the mermaid parade, still happens every year and starts its route from the original boardwalk that still lines the edge of the sand. it's easy to feel like you've been transported 50 or 60 years into the past while you're there.

loving these found photos of summer revellers...