Mother Nature (or would it be Poseidon?) had its revenge this weekend, when Hurricane Bill riled up the Brighton Beach waves. I went to check it out Saturday, and the best part was how deserted the beaches were, since they were technically closed. I say "technically," because Brooklynites don't really follow rules--like stopping at red lights, or signs saying "beach closed." The elderly Russians (the main inhabitants of Brighton Beach at 8 am) were heartily ignoring the signs and red flags, and still going for their morning swims. They also ignored the Park Service staff who were bellowing at them through Megaphones.
I walked on the beach for awhile, and the riptides were definitely stronger than normal, but the waves weren't too high. I saw a few people fishing, and a few people metal-detecting through the sand. And the sun was out! Here's a final shot of Coney Island, with the clouds starting to roll in.
3 comments:
Haha. All of the spanish population around here do the same thing. Whenever there is a sign that says no swimming, they swim. No fishing, they fish. I haven't decided if they're badass or simply unable to read/understand english.
Rip tide? Is that like Rip Torn? do you even know who that is? HAHA.
Mom, you are such a dork. :)Rip Torn is in 30 Rock, which is another reason you should watch it!
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