During a cold and crazy snowstorm in December of 2010, I decided to go to Coney Island and photograph the side that not many see. Gone are the sun bathers, families and children with their Nathan's hotdogs and fatty fries. All that is left is the quietness and the wind and snow, which gives lovely washed out colors almost like a painting, of the white snow and grey water. I went down with a friend and wanted to photograph her in a red hat and red lipstick with green jeans to give some color and a story to the photos. It just so happened that as we were walking down to the water there was a man walking along the beach. So the photos tell the story of how they cross paths and then separate again into the whiteness.