I have always been intrigued by the idea of small town amusement parks and ragtag seaside resorts in the off-season.  These gaudy pleasure zones take on a strikingly different patina once deserted by the summer crowds.  What was loud becomes quiet.  What was brash becomes tinged with melancholy.  Add to this subtle alchemy, bleak off-season light and you arrive at someplace other: a world both familiar and strange, real and surreal, ordinary and magical.