Coney Island has long been a mecca for photographers. Like those before me I would often take the long subway ride from my home in West Harlem to join the crowd seeking refuge from the harsh urban landscape. Walking from the subway I wandered through Coney’s many layers: the streets, the rides, the boardwalk, the pier and the beach, always ending with my feet in the cool water. But, holding a camera precluded me from wading in more than knee deep, or perhaps refreshing myself with a swim. Eventually, I purchased an underwater camera. Carrying a few rolls of film in a waterproof container around my neck, and a dry handkerchief under my hat to wipe incidental spray from the lens, I could wander and photograph wherever I pleased.