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"Luna Park at Night." Coney Island circa 1905. Time exposure on an 8x10 glass negative. Detroit Publishing Company, Library of Congress. View full size.
I hadn't meant that part of the photo (though that's pretty interesting--I've never seen tin hills before!). I was speaking about something below the A and M of "Alhambra", directly over the heads of the people in line.
This site is awesome, by the way! I've been checking in here for about a year, though only just registered for comments this past week.
[More faux rocks, perhaps. - Dave]

This is absolutely gorgeous. Strangely enough, it reminds me of the "Venice" sequence in Fred and Ginger's "Top Hat."
There's a bizarre bit of tarps or something on the left side of the picture, just where the balustrade begins to descend, right above the people. It almost looks like something collapsed there. Any idea what it was?
[They might be the tin hills that formed the backdrop of a spectacle called "The Fall of Port Arthur" -- the reenactment of a naval battle in the Russo-Japanese War. - Dave]
What a beautiful photo!
It looks like a fantastical place out of a voyage into someone's dreamworld. I wish I could travel back in time...
I was at Coney Island just last week (taking "little ones" to the NY aquarium) and walked past Astroland and promised them a return visit to enjoy the rides. But yesterday's NY papers had headlines announcing the place is closing this Sunday! Another place where dreams and memories are made, lost forever.
It is just wrong, so wrong, that I never made it to Coney Island in its Glory Days. This picture is spectacular!
My only trip was around 1990, and while still fun (my brother had to retrieve my headband from behind the "Breakdancer" ride, which whipped us in giddy circles -- and which we nicknamed "The Backbreaker" after our third time!), it was definitely a little seedy. As we left, the streetlights and stoplights went out and police officers were trying to direct the honking, yelling HORDES in near pitch blackness.
There were five of us in our little Volkswagen with Texas plates--scared out of our minds and trying to get back to Staten Island. We still talk about our night of terror at Coney Island!
...meet your newest print. Mmm mmm. Fabulous!
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