I’m Excited

jonathan-quickI forget exactly how the conversation got started, but it was Sunday on the patio with Stef. By the time we were finished I’d asked if she’d like to see the Kings play at Staples Center.

Boom. Zing. Done!

Tickets purchased on StubHub. Parking purchased from StubHub too. We’ve got seats and parking spaces next to each other for the Kings and Coyotes.

Unfortunately, no cameras with removable lens. Clicky stays home.

We’ll be in Section 113 in our own two person Kings/Jonathon Quick/Hamden/Rainbow Cleaners rooting section.

I’m excited!

Connecticut and California — What’s Different

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My Cousin Michael and I were talking about mountains yesterday. There are mountains just east of here. I keep wanting to say they’re west.

I grew up on the East Coast. Mountains were always west.

“23 Years here and I make the same mistake,” he said.

There are lots of differences between Connecticut and California more significant than the relative position of mountains or whether the Sun rises or sets over the ocean.

We have moved to Irvine. It is a planned city, one of a handful in the US.

In Connecticut things grew organically. Towns today still uses roads established before Declaration of Independence was signed! There are 169 cities and towns, because that’s what worked back in the day.

I have one friend whose family came over on the Mayflower. They’ve been a presence in Milford since there was a Milford–maybe before.

Irvine was incorporated in 1971.

The layout of Irvine was designed by Los Angeles architect William Pereira and Irvine Company employee Raymond Watson, and is nominally divided into townships called villages. The townships are separated by six-lane streets. Each township contains houses of similar design, along with commercial centers, religious institutions and schools. Commercial districts are checker-boarded in a periphery around the central townships. Source: Wikipedia

Our house in Hamden was on a one acre plot. Here in Irvine we’re on a tiny postage stamp of land. That’s part of the plan. Developers have to set aside acreage for parks, shopping and other businesses. You’re never far from anything, but you sacrifice personal space to get that.

Even if you are across town, the six-lane streets (usually straight as an arrow) often have a 60 mph speed limit with computer coordinated traffic lights that adjust to speed the flow! Please think about that next time you attempt to keep to 25 mph through the center of Cheshire.

All buildings have to ‘fit’ architecturally. Though the houses in our development are all different, they’re all very similar in style and color. It’s not right or wrong, just different than what we’re used to back east.

We’ve gone from oil heat, well water and a septic system to gas, city water and sewers. No overhead power lines either.

This is a politically conservative area, ironic because Irvine is a city where the government sticks its nose in so many facets of life! Want to change your house’s paint color or add an addition? Not so fast. Approval is necessary and not always easily obtained. The rules and regulations our home’s developer had to follow are epic.

Because of its good schools, jobs, and housing, the city was chosen in 2008 by CNNMoney.com as the fourth best place to live in the United States. In 2012, it was ranked in sixth place. In September 2011, Businessweek listed Irvine as the 5th best city in the US. In June 2010, the Federal Bureau of Investigation reported that Irvine had the lowest violent crime rate among cities in the United States with populations of more than 100,000. – Source: Wikipedia

All these factors help make Irvine a desirable place to live. My significantly smaller house here has a significantly larger price tag than the one it replaces in Hamden!

That’s not to say this place is better. It’s just different… very different.

What Irvine doesn’t have are all the friends and acquaintances we accrued over 28 years in Connecticut. I wish I could have packed them up and brought them with us. Friends are irreplaceable.

You can’t plan friends. They grow organically.

Tonight The Brook Is Loud

Doppler and I just took a walk outside. Skies are partly cloudy. The air is cool and refreshingly dry. There is a breeze, but not enough to rustle the leaves or cover the sound of Jepps Brook.

Judging by Google, I am the main chronicler of Jepps Brook. It’s the tiny stream a few hundred yards from my front door.

When a brook is small the effects of weather are pronounced and happen quickly.

This week, a month’s worth of rain has sent white water rushing over the smooth boulders that lie in Jepps Brook’s bed. It has temporarily widened the brook, much like a snake that’s swallowed a mouse.

The brook is loud tonight. It’s not New York City loud. You can’t make that comparison.

There are no individual noises, like car horns or sirens. The brook’s signature is white noise.

I have driven past Jepps Brook nearly every day for 23 years. I always slow down. I always look. I am never disappointed. It is endlessly beautiful.

On nights like tonight you don’t need to see it to know it’s there.

When we leave I will miss Jepps Brook as much as I miss any person.

My Weather Comparison

The rain is pouring down. This seemed to be a good time to look ahead to our soon-to-be home.

It hardly ever rains during the summer there. Brush fire season.

It rains less than Connecticut during the winter.

No snow. None. They kvetch at 40&#176. Fine.

To The Woman Who Thought I Cut Her Off On Whitney Avenue

Dear anonymous driver,

I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like. I sense you were pissed.

I was heading south on Whitney Avenue toward the Wilbur Cross Parkway. The light at Dixwell Avenue turned green, but my car was in the left lane. No movement!

I looked for an opening to get to the curb lane. My right turn signal was on

There was a gap just before your car. That space was about to be mine. I thought there was plenty of room. You gave me the horn.

Did I misjudge the gap?

Once we passed the intersection you pulled into the left lane, sped parallel to me, then hit the horn again.

You showed me!

I know what you were thinking. Why is there never a cop around at a time like this?

Uh oh. There was.

I passed a few seconds after he turned on his lights and pulled you over. Did you get a ticket?

See, the horn does work.

Butterworth Brook Reservoir

The photo shows Butterworth Brook Reservoir. It’s a hundred feet from my car every day as I take the backroads to work. I’ve always enjoyed taking backroads when I could.

Is it on private property? Probably. It is beautiful. To my eye it is pristine. It has been cared for.

Click on the photo at the top of this entry. You’ll get a better view than this tiny version.

The photo shows Butterworth Brook Reservoir. It’s a hundred feet from my car every day as I take the backroads to work. I’ve always enjoyed taking backroads when I could.

Is it on private property? Probably. It is beautiful. To my eye it is pristine. It has been cared for.

17 separate photos are used in this panorama.

The shot covers 195.9&#176. I know that because Microsoft ICE, the free panorama assembler tells me. ICE was able to automatically stitch and blend the photos into a single picture.

I held the camera vertically, focused on the distant shore then switched the camera to manual everything. Each shot is f/5.6, 1/200 second, iso 100 with a Tamron 17-50 f/2.8 lens zoomed out to 17mm and focused at 361 meters (1184 feet). Since digital media is basically free I generously overlapped the shots.

You don’t need a DSLR like mine to do a pano. Even cellphone cameras work!

A Quick Photo Run

After a gloomy week followed by a mostly gloomy weekend the Sun returned to Connecticut. The clouds did rule until 4:00 PM, but late afternoon of Sun can (and did) save the day.

I took a quick shower, threw a few lenses in my backpack, dropped the top on the toy car and headed out.

After a gloomy week followed by a mostly gloomy weekend the Sun returned to Connecticut. The clouds did rule until 4:00 PM, but late afternoon of Sun can (and did) save the day.

I took a quick shower, threw a few lenses in my backpack, dropped the top on the toy car and headed out.

I’ve written before about my daily drive down Tuttle Avenue behind Sleeping Giant State Park. My normal exit from Mount Carmel is under construction so I’m detouring to River Road. That let me scout a few new locations that looked photo worthy.

I walked about fifty yards down a well beaten path to the shore of Butterworth Brook Reservoir. This is an area of idyllic beauty easily passed without a second thought.

The photo above is slightly augmented using Luminance HDR. There’s just too much dynamic range for a camera to capture natively.

Later I moved to Tuttle where the horses I wanted to shoot were behind an ugly wire fence. I thought the road itself might make a nice long lens photo so I twisted on a telephoto and began to scope it out. Within a few seconds I heard the throaty rumble of a motorcycle.

In the movies this guy comes shooting by like a bat out of hell. Not today. He couldn’t have been doing much more than thirty when he crested the hill.

I have no idea who’s riding the bike, but if you do will you tell him I have a pretty cool shot he might want.

Old Photos / Blast From The Past

I’ve been scanning and cataloging and captioning old slides that the late and former park ranger Jim Grandy took. I came across these and thought you’d appreciate them.

I got an email from Kirsten Walker at Brooksvale Park in Hamden this afternoon.

Hi Geoff,

I’ve been scanning and cataloging and captioning old slides that the late and former park ranger Jim Grandy took. I came across these and thought you’d appreciate them.

Happy New Year!

Kirsten

Jim Grandy was a great guy. He lived in the caretaker’s house in the park and supervised the place as if it was his own. His license plate was MICROS which had absolutely nothing to do with computers… but which I still thought was very cool.

It looks like these were shot while we taped a Christmas promo for Channel 8. The date is probably 1990 or 1991.

I’m not sure Stef would hold a rabbit today? Probably. No guarantees.

I think the photographer was Curtiss Anderson and Connie Fitch was producing.

The video? It’s almost definitely gone.

I love it when people send me stuff like this.

Fall In Connecticut: Even Bad Is Good (photos)

Our subdued fall colors are peaking. They’re well below normal as everyone has duly noted. It just goes to prove even bad is good when it comes to fall in Connecticut!

I pass Butterworth Farm every day on my way to work. It is idyllic… a hidden treasure. I always have the urge to stop, but never do. With my camera sitting on the passenger seat I did today!

Our subdued fall colors are peaking. They’re well below normal as everyone has duly noted. It just goes to prove even bad is good when it comes to fall in Connecticut!

I know nothing about horses. but if outward appearances are any indication these particular horses (and the two bulls I photographed) are living quite the life. There was plenty of hay in the fields and plenty of room to roam.

The New Camera Shoots Video

If I’m going to shoot video I’ll need all sorts of new skills. I’ll also need to carry a tripod because HD video exaggerates and camera shakiness!

Last Tuesday Birthday Man showed up with a new camera, a Canon 7D. How did he know? It’s just the right size and color.

The 7D is larger and heavier than my 450D with a quieter sensor and the ability to see better in low light situations. It also shoots video.

If I’m going to shoot video I’ll need all sorts of new skills. I’ll also need to carry a tripod because HD video exaggerates and camera shakiness!

This being the perfect summer day I thought I’d try it out with a little video in my favorite spot–Jepps Brook.

Note: The original video was pulled and replaced by this version with a better soundtrack.

There Will Never Be Another Todd Street

Today Todd Street would never get approved. Too narrow. Too curvy. Too dangerous.

Helaine’s away. I’m remembering why I didn’t really like bachelor life. I actually dressed this evening to go out and pick up some Chinese food. To get there I drove down our hill into the Mill River Valley&#185 toward Sleeping Giant Mountain.

I live in a town just north of New Haven. This is the countrified part of town. Our house features well water, oil heat and a septic system. I couldn’t give you directions to the nearest sidewalk.

To get from my place to the main drag I take Todd Street. As I drove Todd tonight I realized there would never be another street like it!

Two lanes wide with no shoulders or sidewalks Todd Street climbs a serpentine path up Mount Carmel. It seems totally illogical today. Sometime over the last 250 years this squiggly route must have made sense.

During the winter it’s often impassable to two wheel drive vehicles and challenging for four wheel drive. An underground stream migrates upward every winter creating a small but predictable ice patch.

I am willing to take the minus of this little road to get its plusses. Todd Street fully canopied by trees and running over a few brooks helps define the area.

Today Todd Street would never get approved. Too narrow. Too curvy. Too dangerous.

I understand why, but I’m not sure we’re the better for it.

&#185 – I’ve never heard anyone call it the Mill River Valley, but it is.

After I posted this entry I received this follow-up on Facebook from Clark Hurlburt

You are most likely aware that Shepard Ave. was orginally known as the “Shunpike”, originaly built by farmers moving animals and produce from northern communities to market in New Haven. The purpose of the Shunpike was to avoid the toll house in Mt. Carmel south of what is now Mt. Carmel Ave. located at the cut in the granite outcrop called “The Steps”. In those days Todd Street was the last east-west road you could take to get to the Shunpike and avoid the toll. Might explain the difficult route.

I Love Spring (With Video)

On this beautiful day I picked up my phone (aka my video camera) and headed out for a quick walk through the neighborhood. What had been full of spring color is now nearly totally green and lush.

On this beautiful day I picked up my phone (aka my video camera) and headed out for a quick walk through the neighborhood. What had been full of spring color is now nearly totally green and lush.

Everything in this video was shot within a few hundred yards of my home.

Jepps Brook: The Video Version

Using a variety of tools but mostly “Deshaker,” “VirtualDub” and “MediaCoder” here it is!

Yesterday I posted a few photos from Jepps Brook. I also took some video with my iPhone. It was pretty shaky–too shaky to put online. Luckily there are ways to fix even that!

Using a variety of tools but mostly “Deshaker,” “VirtualDub” and “MediaCoder” here it is!

[pro-player type=”flv”]https://www.geofffox.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/jepps-brook.flv[/pro-player]

Spring On Jepps Brook

I went across the street and behind my neighbors homes to walk the brook’s bank. It’s a little squishy still.

The real flooding is over, but Jepps Brook is still running strong and high. I went across the street and behind my neighbors homes to walk the brook’s bank. It’s a little squishy still.

With no leaves yet on the trees there’s enough light to take fast shutter shots I won’t be able to get in a few weeks.

Scenes From The Child’s Day

Part of Stef’s day was spent driving to Ikea in Burbank to pick up some set pieces. On her way she drove by Hollywood and Highland, site of this weekend’s Oscar telecast

The child is working in West Hollywood today. She is a production assistant on a pilot for a new cable reality show. It’s a few days work–a very good start.

Helaine and I are proud. She’s undoubtedly exhausted! Her call was 7:30 am. The talent’s call was 3:00 pm.

Production assistant means you’re a jack-of-all-trades. It’s what you do to see what you want to do next.

Part of Stef’s day was spent driving to Ikea in Burbank to pick up some set pieces. On her way she drove by Hollywood and Highland, site of this weekend’s Oscar telecast.

You just don’t get these photo ops in Hamden!