Flickr, Your Best Shot 2011

Flickr has again created the yearly group, Your Best Shot. Members of the community are invited to submit their best shot of 2011. Here are 10 photos I’m considering – not sure which one I’ll pick, but please feel free to chime in.

Sit back and enjoy. Mostly pictures here on out. Thanks!

1) Some images are down to luck and timing. This is one of them. An adoring fan looks on as Takuma Sato signs autographs. It was one of the few times the lensbaby lens actually did what I wanted it to do.

Happy fan

Happy fan

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The Factory 2.0

Take a small group of brilliant, creative, beautiful and talented designers.

Add in a special nod to Andy Warhol and The Factory.

Top it off with a sustainable, contemplative and an innovative approach to fashion.

Voila! You’ve got The Factory 2.0 – the unstoppable trio of Devin VanderMaas (what a great last name), Ione Fuzzell (the girl’s got skillz) and Ryan Miller (he looks like a cool cat). Ione happens to be my sister-in-law, which of course makes me even prouder of what she and The Factory 2.0 is doing.

The Factory 2.0 - Ryan, Ione & Devin

The Factory 2.0 - Ryan, Ione & Devin

So why am I writing about this? Here’s why.

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Part 5, Walter the Warthog and the Big Apple

Want to the know the back story on Walter? Click HERE.

Want to read Part 1 of this story? Click HERE. Part 2, HERE. And 3, HERE. Even, 4, HERE. Otherwise, enjoy…

He followed one of the paths in the direction of the hotel. Along the way he passed rollerbladers, people walking dogs, couples in love, joggers, walkers and an unhappy looking horse. Yes horse! Walter passed a horse and a carriage that had just dropped off a couple. The horse stared at Walter until Walter looked away.  He felt uncomfortable. When he looked back at the horse, he was still looking at him. “Can I help you?” Walter asked.  “Please can you get me some water, I’m terribly thirsty?” The horse did look tired so Walter trotted off to find some water. “This has been quite a day,” Walter thought and it seemed to be getting stranger. Across the street, Walter saw a convenience store so he went in and bought the biggest bottle of water they had.

The horse smiled when he saw Walter approaching carrying the water. “Thank you Mr. Warthog, by the way, I’m Harry the Horse.” “Please to meet you Harry, I’m Walter, Walter the Warthog.” Gulp, gulp, gulp. Harry grabbed the bottle in his mouth, tossed his head back and downed the entire bottle.  “Aaaaahhhhhh!”  “I needed that.” “Why are you so thirsty?” Walter asked.

Harry paused to collect his thoughts. “The owner of this horse and carriage business does not allow many breaks.” Harry went onto explain that the owner didn’t allow breaks because it meant he would lose potential business. Many horses had quit because the work was too hard. Harry couldn’t leave he said, because he had a family to support – a wife and triplet-horsey girls. “That doesn’t seem fair,” Walter said and added, “Have you tried talking to the owner about this?”  Harry shook his head very fast, his mane went all over the place.  “The owner has a bit of a temper.” Walter closed his eyes to think.  Harry looked at him with anticipation. Tick tock, tick tock, time passed and Harry anticipated more and more. Walter kept thinking.  Until…..”I’ve got it,” he said.

“How many animals do you know in Central Park?” Walter asked Harry.  Harry said that he probably knew every animal in the park. “I would like to purchase a ride around Central Park, Harry.” And they were off.

Walter the Warthog and Harry the Horse rode around Central Park stopping along the way to speak to every animal they saw. It was all very top secret. Each time they spoke to someone, whether it was a turtle, rabbit, squirrel, sparrow or butterfly they said “Please pass along the information and see you in an hour!”  Harry and Walter continued through the beautiful Central Park, nestled in the middle of one of the busiest cities in the world. It took about an hour for Harry to do his route and finally came round to the end of the journey.  When they arrived back at the drop-off point, there must have been a 1000 animals waiting and one very upset owner. Harry stopped the carriage and Walter hopped out.  The owner met him immediately, “What is going on here Warthog?”  “Harry, you’re in big trouble.”

Walter shook his head. “Stop right there Mister.” “Your days of mistreating employees are over.” All of the animals cheered. They cheered so loud, even Frankie the Fish could hear them.  Walter told the owner that he would like to make a deal with him. “I don’t make deals with Warthogs or animals,” was his response. Walter smiled, he wasn’t the type to lose his temper, and said “Look around you, how much business will you get done with thousands of animals bugging your customers.” The man squinted with anger because he knew Walter had a point. “Here is my offer,” Walter said, “If you start giving your horses water breaks and time to rest, I’ll make sure none of the animals ever interfere with your horse and carriage business.”  “And if I don’t?” the man replied. The animals giggled and Walter couldn’t help from letting out a snort.

Walter gestured to some of the animals. A skunk walked up to the man and said “Do I really need to explain what I will do?” The man shook his head. A family of giant bullfrogs hopped over and sang the worst song ever heard. The man covered his ears, in fact almost everyone covered their ears. A mosquito flew over: “I’m Marty the Mosquito, the most annoying creature you will ever meet.”  Upon saying that, Marty flew all around the owner, buzzing, zooming and in general pestering the man. “OKAY, OKAY!!!” “I’ll take better care of my employees.”

Everyone cheered and Walter asked if Harry was satisfied. Harry tapped his hoof and asked “I would also like a sun hat.” The owner smiled and said “Of course you can have a hat.”  He walked up to Harry, patted his head and said, “I’m sorry for mistreating you Harry, you’ve been one of my best employees.”  “I’m promise never to be mean to you or any other of my staff ever again.”  They both smiled and the man turned to Walter. “You’re one special Warthog, little fella.” “I’m Walter, Walter the Warthog.” And then out of nowhere, Walter grabbed the man and hugged him snorting loudly in his ear. The man couldn’t stop laughing. When all of the laughter had stopped and the owner had stopped smiling, Harry the Horse asked for one final thing.  “I would like to give Walter a ride to his hotel.  He’s had quite a day.” The man agreed, placed Walter in the carriage and also grabbed his big suitcase. Harry pulled away and Walter waved goodbye to everyone. “Thank you so much Harry, I am absolutely exhausted right now.”  “No problem,” Harry replied, “Sit back and enjoy the view.”

Walter did just that. He for the first time really looked at the city – all of the buildings, people and cars. He was very impressed.  Walter then did what he loves most, he drifted off into a sleep. Zzzzz, snort, Zzzzz, snort.

STAY TUNED FOR THE CONCLUSION

Part 4, Walter the Warthog and the Big Apple

Want to the know the back story on Walter? Click HERE.

Want to read Part 1 of this story? Click HERE. Part 2, HERE. And 3, HERE. Otherwise, enjoy…

Walter must have turned around 20 times to wave goodbye to Sonny. As he headed to Central Park and Sonny got smaller in the distance, the clouds above began to arrive. It had gone from a bright sunny day to an afternoon headed for showers. Walter picked up the pace a little and the wheels on his big, heavy suitcase turned and turned and squeaked and squeaked. He sped across intersections, ducked behind a cab and narrowly avoided a bunch of dogs and a dog walker. And finally, as he entered the beautiful and enormous Central Park, the first rain appeared. A big, round wet raindrop crashed onto the sidewalk.  “Uh oh,” Walter gulped. This time Walter pushed his big, heavy, noisy suitcase like a shopping cart and headed to the closest wooded area of the park. The large raindrops multiplied and Walter entered an area of trees to find a small but dirty pond.  Only a few drops got into Walter’s area, much to his relief. The trees were thick and their branches helped form a protective canopy, almost like an umbrella.  A shy skunk walked by and whispered “hello.” A brother and sister frog leapt into the pond and started doing the backstroke. A small goldfish leapt out of the pond, spun in the air, and yelled “Hey you over there!”

“Me?” Walter thought. “Yes” the excited, but poorly looking fish said, leaping out of the water once again. Walter walked to the edge of the pond and the fish swam to the ledge and rested its head on a lily pad. “What are you doing in the park?” the fish wondered. This day had taken another twist, but Walter explained his odd journey to this point, including the people he had met and his quest to make it to his hotel. At the end of his description, Walter extended his hand and said, “I’m Walter the Warthog, pleased to meet you.”  The little fish extended its tiny fin and replied, “It’s a pleasure, my name is Frankie the Fish.”  The rain continued to fall outside of the tree canopy. The occasional drop of rain snuck past the branches creating little circles in the little pond. Walter sat down to rest his feet and Frankie just stared at him.

A couple of minutes passed and Walter felt a little uncomfortable with a fish staring at him. “Are you okay?” Walter asked. “Not really,” said the now depressed fish.  “Not many people come to visit me anymore.” Walter the Warthog and Frankie the Fish talked for sometime. In fact, they talked for so long that the storm vanished and the sun reappeared. Big rays of light came through the canopy and big drops on big leaves glistened.

Walter learned that recently, Frankie’s home had become polluted by visitors in the park throwing trash into the pond. Frankie started to experience headaches and some of Frankie’s friends who would used to drink from the pond, now drank elsewhere. No one wanted to drink dirty water.  This was Frankie’s home and it made him feel ill. Frankie was sick, alone and out of ideas. Walter pondered this. There had to be a solution. Walter thought about this further, until a large racket interrupted both he and Frankie’s thinking.

A large school group was coming through the park on a nature tour. The kids must have been 8-9 years old and there were probably 50 of them. About 8 adults made up of teachers and parents were circling the kids as if they were trying to herd cattle. An idea struck Walter like a bolt of lightening. “I’ve got it,” he said to Frankie. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Frankie didn’t argue, he had very little strength to do so. “Okay” he feebly mumbled. And Walter bolted away, leaving his big old suitcase safely under the canopy of trees.

Frankie sort of just floated in the polluted pond and hoped Walter’s idea was good.  His head was pounding and he just wanted his water restored to what it used to be.  So Frankie just hung out for a bit, hoping for the best – keeping his fins crossed.
Walter’s journey was short. As he left the canopy of trees and Frankie in the pond, he immediately encountered the very excited school children. He approached one of the adults who seemed to be in charge. “Good Afternoon” Walter said. “Hi there, Warthog,” the woman replied. “I was wondering what class this is?” Walter questioned. The woman responded that this was a variety of grades, mostly 3rd and 4th graders that were here to explore the nature of Central Park. “That sounds very exciting” Walter replied.  “It is,” the woman said, “We try to get these city kids to understand that there is more to the Big Apple than just buildings, cars and lots of people.” Walter smiled at this, he knew he was on to something.  He took the teacher aside and made more of formal introduction. The teacher’s name was Mrs. Kelly. She was a 4th grade teacher – her favorite subjects to teach were science and geography. “Kids today need to understand the importance of our environment,” she concluded. Walter chimed in, “I want you and your students to meet a friend of mine.  He’s in trouble and could use your help.”

Mrs. Kelly quickly organized all of the students with the help of the other teachers.  It was an amazing thing to watch – Mrs. Kelly herded all of the students into a quiet, organized group. She was obviously a great teacher. The students all stood in a line, very well behaved.  Walter led them to the pond. Every now and then Walter would let out a snort he was so excited.

The parents, students and our Warthog made the walk very quickly. They entered the canopy to find the pond with the lone, sick fish swimming around.  The kids were excited to see the fish, but Frankie couldn’t give much of a welcome. He managed a quiet “Hello everyone.” The kids roared “HELLO MR. FISH!!!!” It was so loud that it created ripples in the pond.  Walter chimed in, “You can call him Frankie.”  The kids roared “HELLO FRANKIE THE FISH!!!!”  Frankie couldn’t hide his smile and more ripples traveled across the pond’s surface.

Mrs. Kelly gathered everyone around the pond. The kids sat on the ground in rows and looked up at their teacher.  Walter stood next to Mrs. Kelly and Frankie swam to the edge of the pond and again rested his chin on his favorite lily pad.  “We have an important job to do,” she told the students.  “Because of pollution, Frankie the Fish has become very sick.”  Some of the students looked confused. One of them raised a hand and asked what pollution is.  Mrs. Kelly praised the student for such a good question and explained that pollution is a process in which our natural environment is harmed.  “Look at all the trash scattered everywhere, this is no place for a fish or anyone to live.” The students became very sad.  “But we can do something about this,” Mrs. Kelly said.  All of the students looked up with big, wide grins.  Walter predictably snorted.

The plan was simple.  Mrs. Kelly sent a couple of parents to buy some rakes, trash bags, gloves and so on.  The rest of the afternoon Walter, Mrs. Kelly, parents and teachers, and 50 little kids cleaned up Frankie’s habitat. They filled over 30 trash bags with cans, potato chip bags, candy bar wrappers and other junk.  They even took time to separate items that could be recycled again.  At the end of the day, the area was spotless and beautiful.  Frankie was overwhelmed and incredibly grateful. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said to all.  “We’re not quite done,” said Mrs. Kelly. “When we get back to the classroom, all of us are going to write letters to the Environmental Protection Agency and State Senators urging them to clean the water in your pond. “No one can resist 4th graders,” she added.  Frankie did an underwater somersault, leapt into the air and yelled “Thank you everyone!”  The children with massive grins, took a deep breath and yelled, “You’re welcome Frankie the Fish!” Frankie laid on his back and let the ripples carry him across the pond.

Mrs. Kelly came back to shake Frankie’s fin and hugged Walter. Walter let out one of the loudest snorts since his arrival in NYC. All of the kids hugged Walter – as you can imagine, it was a snort fest. It got so loud, Frankie swam to the bottom of the pond. The kids eventually left and Frankie came back up to the surface. He couldn’t stop thanking Walter. In fact he thanked Walter so much that Walter turned red with embarrassment. “I’m happy to help a friend,” Walter said.

It was late in the afternoon and Walter still needed to check in to the hotel.  It wasn’t far now. “I’ve got to get going Frankie.” “I understand,” Frankie said.    The fish and warthog said their goodbyes and Walter promised to visit from time to time. “You’ll be better soon Frankie.” And with that, Walter left the pond and canopy and headed back into the city. Walter’s stomach started to grumble, he was hungry, again.

Part 3, Walter the Warthog and the Big Apple

Want to the know the back story on Walter? Click HERE.

Want to read Part 1 of this story? Click HERE. Part 2, HERE. Otherwise, enjoy…

New York City was a little overwhelming for a young warthog that had grown up in the English countryside. Even Oxford, where he lived when completing his studies, hadn’t prepared him for this. There were people in every direction.  In fact, Walter had never seen so many people in his life. He kept asking himself, “Where are all the animals?” Taxi cabs zoomed around everywhere, honking, crossing in and out of lanes and picking and dropping off people. Walter stayed on track, heading in the direction the man had pointed. It was a very hot day and after about a mile or so, Walter was getting a little frustrated.  “The Crown Plaza should appear any minute,” he thought.  “It must.” And with the crazy notion that the Crown Plaza would appear any minute, Walter kept going.

If you know anything about Warthogs, you know this – aside from snorting, one of their favorite activities is eating. Warthogs have incredible appetites and about this time Walter started hearing is stomach growl. “Ooh, food sounds pretty good at the moment.” He figured he had plenty of time. “I’ll make it to the hotel shortly after lunch.” He looked around the huge city and saw restaurants, cafes, and diners everywhere. It was a little confusing to a new visitor. “Oh my goodness,” Walter said to himself.  And then, out of the corner of his eye, Walter saw a man with a cart selling ice cream.  On the side of the cart it read “Faltanelli Brothers Ice Cream.”

Walter loved ice cream more than anything.  He dragged himself and the suitcase up to the ice cream vendor and proclaimed, “I’ll take two scoops of vanilla ice cream please.”  “No problem buddy, hey, where are you from little fella?”  “I’m from a small village in southern England,” Walter responded wiping his brow. The man handed Walter the two scoops on a waffle cone and said, “Welcome to the Big Apple.” Walter smiled and thanked him and the man asked, “What are you by the way?”  Walter finished a mouthful of ice cream, swallowed and responded, “I’m a warthog, the name’s Walter the Warthog.”  And with that, whilst holding the big cone in one hand, Walter shook the man’s hand – “My name is Sonny Faltanelli, my family has been in the ice cream business for three generations.”  Walter let out a large snort and laughed – “I do love ice cream,” he said.  The two of them chatted as Walter ate his vanilla ice cream. Sonny told him how much he loved New York City and how much he loved selling ice cream but hesitated slightly.  “The ice cream business isn’t going so well these days.” Walter asked him why not?  “I guess ice cream isn’t really that popular at the moment.” Walter changed the subject, after all, he knew nothing about running an ice cream business.  “What do you like about your job?” Walter asked. He told Walter that he always met the most interesting people from all over the world.  “Thousands of people pass me each day,” he said.  Walter just snorted and licked his remaining scoop.  “You are the first warthog I have ever met though,” Sonny said.  Sonny asked Walter what he was doing in the city.  “I’m supposed to start work tomorrow at the United Nations and I’m on my way to the Crown Plaza Hotel.” There was a long pause, where Sonny and Walter just stared at one another. After a while, Sonny said “What on earth are you doing on this side of town?” Walter just stared at Mr. Faltanelli and thought for a moment. After what seemed like a minute, he spoke: “The nice man at the limousine company said it was over here,” and with that, Walter pointed.  Sonny gave Walter a little smile – “I guess the Crown Plaza is in that direction, but it’s a all the way over there.” “You know you’re still a few miles away, right?”

Walter stood at that busy, noisy intersection a very disappointed warthog.  “What am I going to do now?” he sighed. Cars kept zooming by, tons of people passed him on the sidewalk and Walter was becoming frustrated with New York City. “Maybe I should have taken a job in England.” And for the first time on this incredible journey, with his spirit in trouble, Walter’s head dropped down.  At this point, Walter was very homesick.

Sonny looked at Walter. He knew that New York City could be an intimidating place at times. Sonny grabbed another waffle cone out of his cart, placed two more scoops of vanilla ice cream in it and handed it over to Walter. “Here you go Walter, put this in your stomach. When you’re done, I’ll tell you a short cut that will get you to your hotel in no time at all.”

Walter lifted his head and could not hide his smile. A free ice cream cone and a short cut – Walter could not believe his luck!  Walter gobbled down his ice cream as Sonny told him about a short cut through Central Park, and Walter listened with all of his concentration only stopping because of an ice cream headache.  And when Sonny was done, Walter hugged him really tight and snorted uncontrollably in his ear. Sonny giggled until tears were streaming down his cheeks and said, “In all my years living in this great city, no person or animal has ever snorted in my ear.” Walter was about to leave but stopped.   An idea popped into his head.  “Do you sell organic ice cream?” he asked. Sonny gave him a crazy look and said “No.” Walter explained an article he read on the plane (when he wasn’t snoring that is) that discussed the growing popularity of healthier, natural food items.  Sonny was impressed, very impressed.  “I’ll call my Brothers immediately” he responded.  “They’re the one’s that make the ice cream, perhaps we can offer some healthier flavors.”  They were both happy – Sonny had what he thought was an excellent solution to his business problem and Walter had a shortcut to the hotel and now four scoops of vanilla ice cream in his stomach.

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