I was up for the long drive because Southampton was my MFA home. I drove out there once a week and spent 10 days each summer there as I earned my degree. I love the vineyards. I've been through corn mazes out there. Visited the lighthouse a few times. It's my territory for fun stuff.
On a Thursday midmorning, it took like three hours. What the? I understand summer traffic going out east, but this was ridiculous. My brother was getting a kick out of my astonishment of the traffic. We saw some cool roadside art and I noticed an art museum I'd never seen before, so that distracted me from the drive.
We finally got to our first stop in Watermill. We were wondering how we'd find the windmill when suddenly, it appeared.
|Oh, there it is. (Anthony Rau photography)|
|(Anthony Rau photography)|
Back in traffic, we finally found The Lobster Roll in the middle of nowhere in Amagansett. The parking is tight but we luckily pulled in right as someone was pulling out. It was busy but we didn't have to wait long to get a table. I'd been thinking I'd have to split something with my brother because the serving sizes looked huge, but on the menu they offered sliders. Lobster Roll Sliders!! He got a shrimp roll and I got a lobster roll slider and we basically devoured our food, saying over and over again, This is so goooooood! We'd driven three hours to eat for maybe twenty minutes. It was worth it.
|Famous people who've eaten lobster rolls|
|Lookit how tiny it is!|
|Because you gotta make it black and white (Anthony Rau photography)|
|There's a photo of Pollock and his mistress sitting on these rocks the day they died.|
|I kinda wanted to keep these.|
|Name Those Artists!|
|Dried paint and a turkey baster|
|I'm an ass.|
The rest of the book had the entire history of Pollock and then of Krasner and of the grounds. I read a lot of it out loud, but then it got to be tiresome, especially after we'd seen everything. At the back of the book was a map of how to get to the cemetery where Pollock is buried, but we didn't do that. The house and studio were the best way to remember him.
We headed Westward, homeward, and The Big Duck was kind of on the way because really anything West of where we were was homeward and on the way, so we decided to stop to see it. It took like an hour to go five miles. I took my traffic frustrations out on the duck. When it finally appeared roadside, I was like, It's not that big!
|Duck with a door|
|Not much smaller than the duck but okay, it's still a big duck|
|Duck's ass HAHAHAHHAHHAHAAAA!|
|Sepia duck (Anthony Rau photography)|