Stillwell Avenue train station — not that there’s any good reason to go to Coney Island in mid-December, unless you intend to take photos of the skeletal frameworks of semi-abandoned, off-season amusement parks and their environs. That’s really reason enough though, and so… That’s really the beginning and the end of it. You get geometry and you might remember sitting in geometry class at fifteen years old wondering when or if you would ever need all the theorems that you were expected to remember.

Someone remembered though, and so you get photographs like this. It’s just simple math.