Open Window's Second Year
It's official, Open-Window is now two years old. I can hardly believe I began this blog on a cold January day, sitting at the island in my kitchen, 730 days ago. In the past two years, Open-Window has focused my days on creating stories, snippits, and photographs that I hoped you would find entertaining, sometimes informative, and maybe even amusing. We've covered a lot of ground and many diverse topics over this time ranging from Hawaii to Paris, Hamburger Relish to Caviar, Horse Racing to Airshow Acrobatics. As time has passed, we increasingly focused on the images and slide shows that would accompany a post, and have worked diligently to improve the quality of all that we delivered. Peter has continued to emphasize wide-angle HDR (high dynamic range) photography whether on his DSLR (digital single lens reflex-camera) or his, ever-handy, iPhone, and I have continued with my love of all-things-macro, although we each dabbled in the other's specialty just to keep it interesting.
Mexican Train Tiles and Turtles
Photo © 2011 Claudia Ward
Over the past twenty four months, we've made 388 postings to Open-Window which is an average of almost 4 per week, nearly every one containing at least one photograph and 60 of which included a slide show with music. When we embarked on this endeavor, we expected to focus on travel, food and photography. As it's turned out, the focus has been just that ... but in reverse - photography, food and travel. See, we'll photograph nearly anything - food that we eat, games that we play, children at the beach, machines of any sort, flowers and their residents, landmarks and landscapes, moon-rises and sunsets, and even light itself.
The Outer Banks of North Caroline
Photo © 2011 Claudia Ward taken with the iPhone using the Pro HDR App
This year has been quite a journey photographically as well as geographically. Peter and I traveled over 14, 500 miles. We drove the entire east coast from the east end of Long Island to Orlando, Florida, traversing Florida, and turning north to reach Memphis Tennessee. We crossed the states of Tennessee and North Carolina end-to-end (west to east), photographing some of this country's most beautiful scenery in the Great Smoky Mountains. When we reached the Atlantic Ocean, it felt like we'd returned home, for tidal waters are in our veins, and the days on the Outer Banks are now cherished memories. Early morning sunrises over the ocean, wild horses on the beaches, hang gliding from the dunes, and fish tacos are just a few of the things we captured in-frame. With tornadoes nipping at our heels from western Florida, to Memphis and eventually to eastern North Carolina, we headed home just hours before their destruction hit the locales we'd come to know and love. Atlantic City was our refuge from the storms, before returning to the calm, untouched East End.
Spanish Mustang on the Outer Banks
Thirty days and thirty nights, and 4,000 miles on the road gave us a tremendous, renewed appreciation for the beauty and diversity of this country we live in. A couple of hundred more miles were covered seeking out horses at Saratoga Springs in August. For one who isn't known as an animal lover, I do love photographing them. Whether in their stance or stride, they speak volumes to me and hopefully that is being captured by the lens. Finally, the balance of those miles (nearly 10,000) were accomplished by a trip to The Big Island of Hawaii, where we were able to photograph the incredible diversity of this island's landscape and all of its beauty from a helicopter.
Antique Hood Ornament
More locally, we visited Belmont Park just a week before the Stakes were run and attended the Hampton Classic Horse Show every single day it was held over Labor Day weekend. There were at least three Antique Auto Shows, one Road Rallye and a Mini Cooper Scavenger Hunt that we shot as well. Our beaches on the east end of Long Island are some of the most breathtaking in the country (right up there with North Carolina's) and we spent many happy hours either hip deep in snow in January or ankle deep in sand in August, capturing the undulating shapes of their dunes draped in snow or the power of their seas after a storm.
Light Painting for New Year's
Photo © 2011 Peter Tooker
The holidays that dot our calendars were also not ignored. Memorial Day is always an homage to the "Opening" of the Hamptons season. Flag Day, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Thanksgiving and the Christmas season were all duly noted and celebrated with photographs too.
Meaty Tomato painted by Barbara Andolsek
Let me also add, ever so humbly, that I have once again been thrilled that Barbara Andolsek continues to make paintings based on some of my photographs. Barbara and I have yet to meet but feel a friendship beyond pen-pals. Nearly 3,000 miles apart but with a shared appreciation for the beauty of the world around us, Barbara and I have forged a friendship that could only occur in this wonderful 21st century. It still astounds me at how incredibly open and selfless so many people are using the internet to connect, communicate, and share. I feel incredibly fortunate to be able to be a part of it.
The word "blog" is derived from the expression "web log", which originally was an online journal of sorts and has morphed, over time, into a platform for communicating and exchanging information and ideas. I want to thank you all for your enthusiasm and support over the last two years but more importantly for your participation - "communication and exchange" are exactly what has occurred when you've left comments for us, and you've made it just that much more fun and interesting.
So here is a slide show which represents a snapshot of Open-Window's second year. It's shorter than last year's and yet still longer than most at just under 10 minutes. Perhaps you can set aside a little time next Sunday morning. We've made this for you, to enjoy and remember a year that we shared, and for that I want to say with great sincerity "Thanks for the memories".
Photos & Slide Show by Claudia Ward & Peter Tooker © 2011
Music: Concerto in E-flat Major for Trumpet & Orchestra: 1. Allegro Con Spirito by Wynton Marsalis, National Philharmonic Orchestra & Raymond Leppard
P.S. Please feel free to leave a comment and let us know what you thought of year two and if there is something you'd like to see more of in the coming months.
Memorial Day Weekend marks the opening of the "summer season" in the Hamptons - those who rent houses can take possession and those who own, aired theirs out weeks ago. The variety of people who decide to claim the Hamptons as their own for the summer is endless. Established Wall Street and corporate business types gravitate to the Hamptons to socialize together and with those in the arts and film. Middle aged couples and singles seek out the peace and relaxation that comes from removing themselves from the day-to-day grind of suburban commuting and/or city living. Young couples are attracted to the beach and barbecues, and all that means for their growing families. And the recently graduated singles find the singles-scene irresistible, as they gather to look one another over to find some fun and maybe a mate.
These seasonal interlopers come in every size and shape, and are endlessly entertaining to observe. Some are decked out in designer wear, others supplied by Target. Some wear leather high-heeled sandals and others find plastic more to their liking. Sneakers may be pitch-black, and top-siders may be blue. Luggage could even have initials of its own.
Every year Peter and I consider the arrival of the LIRR Cannonball train to be the official start of the season. For nearly two decades, you'd find me on that train every Friday of the year - the 3:58 p.m. out of Penn Station, arriving "on or close" to 6:15 p.m. in Bridgehampton. Once Memorial Day comes around, the railroad doubles the size of the train, from six double-decker cars to twelve, to accommodate the throngs, requiring the train to stop twice in every station. I used to strategically plan exactly where to sit in order to get off the last of the first six cars to stop, which would place me at the top of the stairs, for a quick and "painless" get-away.
The diversity of the crowds on the Cannonball was, and is, always amazing, but their excitement in anticipation of the summer to come and being in the Hamptons is palpable. They arrive on the same train and depart to their various corners of our world in everything from Mercedes to Volkswagen's - always anxious and eager to get under way. The pandemonium they create as they disembark the train in each station by the hundreds, never lasts long - generally not more than twenty minutes or so, but we find it immensely entertaining and worthy of recording - so here is a second year's recording of Friday night's arrival of the Cannonball in Bridgehampton.
Photos and slide show ©2011 Claudia Ward
Music: Linus and Lucy by Vince Guaraldi
So what do you think?
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Steamtown PA
Scranton Pennsylvania is a place, I'm sad to say, I've avoided all my life, happily driving past it on so many trips through New York State, thinking "Who would want to stop there?" Well recently friends told us about Steamtown which is in Scranton. Part of the National Park system, Steamtown was established in 1986 "to further public understanding and appreciation of the role steam railroading played in the development of the United States" and Peter and I decided we had to see it, and we're glad we did.
Who doesn't like trains and all the romantic images they conjure of new landscapes passing by the windows and far away destinations? Romantic images indeed because it was the train's workhorse characteristics that contributed to the growth of the U.S. during the last half of the nineteenth century and the first half of the twentieth. "Between the Civil War and World War I, the United States was transformed from an agricultural to a manufacturing nation, thanks largely to the railroads" and people like George and Seldon Scranton, ironmakers who founded the DL&W (Delaware, Lackawanna & Western) Railroad. Trains "brought raw materials like coal, oil, iron ore, and cotton to factories and carried away steel, machines, cloth, and other finished products. They moved livestock, grain, and produce from farms to the cities. And they carried people everywhere." In 1812, they say a trip from Pittsburgh to Philadelphia took six days by stage coach. In 1854, the same journey took 15 hours by train, and by 1920 the trip was down to 5 hours! Now that's progress! After WWI, cars and trucks began to eat away at the train's monopoly on transportation and in 1925, the introduction of the cleaner, more efficient diesel-electric engine began the retirement of the steam locomotive altogether.
But in Steamtown in Scranton PA the age of steam is alive and well. The Steamtown collection consists of locomotives, freight cars, passenger cars, a mail car, and a Pullman. You can take rides on one of the restored trains and tour the inside of the roundhouse where restoration work is still underway. You can also watch the steam engine on the 90 foot-long turntable in the center of the roundhouse, being turned to enter its bay at the end of the day. And if you're in town, as the train to Moscow is pulling out of the station, run to the bridge that crosses the tracks - the perspective is incredible. The picturesque town of Scranton is the backdrop for this Norman Rockwell sight, as the train releases steam, clangs it's bell, sounds its whistle, and slowly gains speed, heading directly for the bridge. The whistle sounds ever more alarming and the black and white smoke clouds become larger and larger as the train approaches and finally envelops you as the train passes under the bridge. It's quite a thrill and certainly underscores the power of these magnificent machines.
Photos ©2010 Peter Tooker All Rights Reserved
THE TRAIN TO MOSCOW
Video ©2010 Peter Tooker
THE ROUNDHOUSE & THE TURNTABLE
Video © 2010 Peter Tooker