Monday, October 24, 2016

in the middle of the moment

click on picture to see video. A moment of food and drink, song and dance, friendly interaction at the Moronovian Tabernacle, a chorus performed a piece from Lumpkins Oratorio called Do the Best you Can. A Chief Nomroh in training discussed the importance of anger management.

Friday, October 21, 2016

the danger of baby talk

Click on picture to see video. Baby talk is a rhetorical device of oversimplification. It simplifies reality into good versus bad, us versus them. Bad tends to be anything that differs or disagree. Good is the way of life of myself and my friends.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

late afternoon Lachine Canal

Autumn is really happening, just like it does every year. Eventually it will be winter, then spring and summer again.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

bicycle snack

click on picture to see video. Lohbado bolted a milk crate on a bike carrier above the back wheel of his bicycle and carried things in tote bags to maximize carrying capacity while riding about Montreal. A friend riveted a wooden fence on three sides of the milk crate, which is handy for carrying an extra jacket or whatever is necessary. On a typical bike ride, Lohbado brought a snack, a few bottles of water, a few books to read, plus camera, small tripod and field recorder.  As Lohbado got old and ran out of steam, he learned to ride slowly and take plenty of rests.

Monday, October 17, 2016

made out of brick

Rue Saint Patrick Montreal
Warm red brick walls brought back memories of Lohbado's grandmother who lived in the boreal town of Roaring Water. At about the age of six, Lohbado, then known as Peter Stumps. was playing outside a back window when for a few seconds, the brick wall came to life. It became animated and pressed into his body. It became fluid, like a blanket ready to wrap itself around him. He shivered a moment as the dreamlike sensation passed through him. He knew it was more than a brick wall, but couldn't say what. Things were more than things; but he had no idea what that meant, other than a sensation of dreamlike transparency.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

relaxing afternoon along Lachine Canal Montreal

reflections on the water in the canal

One of the nice things about riding in Montreal is the wealth of appearances. Various forms pop out from the visual field.  Lohbado often stopped to contemplate or enjoy the visual richness. Worry and anxiety melted away as he enjoyed an autumn afternoon along the canal.

Friday, October 14, 2016

water under the bridge

As Lohbado paused to take more photos during a bike ride along Lachine Canal in Montreal, he thought of the ending of Pier Pasolo Pasolini's Mama Roma. After a mother and her son fail at becoming part of the mainstream, tragedy happens. An observer exclaims something which sounded like "l'acqua qui passa..." or water under the bridge. It's an unintentionally ironic and cruel comment of a man in response to a mother crying out in despair at discovering her son is dead. The mother's cry and the banal comment had a profound effect, like a tragic cry at the end of a Puccini opera as one arrives a few seconds too late at the scene of tragic death. The movie is about the attempt of people born into oppressive poverty and criminality to improve their situation in order to live as good citizens. The forces that keep them oppressed prove too powerful. The boy dies in detention, in the posture of Mantegna's crucified Christ.