Robert L. Peters

28 November 2010

You know it’s winter…

Winnipeg Beach, Manitoba

You know it’s winter when, quite suddenly, the tens of thousands of geese that have filled the skies for the past two months are gone… when the cats’ enthusiasm for the outdoors dies within a second of opening the door to their eager meows, and when the morning ritual includes an extra five minutes of sweeping snow off the car and scraping the windshield. Oh, there’s also the freezing temperatures of course, the monochrome palette that suddenly sets in… and other telltale signs such as overshoes by the door, snow-covered Westies parked all in a hibernating row, and the greeters outside Ev’s studio sporting white toques and scarves.

I returned from a quick trip to Taiwan four days ago to find a complete change of season—not unexpected of course, but still a surprise…

 


25 November 2010

On this day… The Last Waltz

(flashback to San Francisco, 1976)

Thirty-four years ago today, The Band, joined by more than a dozen special guests (including Paul Butterfield, Eric Clapton, Neil Diamond, Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Ronnie Hawkins, Dr. John, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Ringo Starr, Muddy Waters, Ronnie Wood and Neil Young) gave a final performance, “The Last Waltz.” (I’ve been listening to the album set of that memorable concert ever since). Director Martin Scorsese filmed the gig and two years later produced a documentary with the same name—today hailed as one of the greatest concert films ever made.

See the movie trailer here; visit YouTube for dozens of out-takes… enjoy.


24 November 2010

The patina of abandonment…

(5 years of documented neglect)

To and through the considered eye, even neglect can take on a tactile poignancy. Rust never sleeps, and beauty continues to be where you find it… lots more to be seen in the gallery Urban Exploration.


22 November 2010

Christoph Niemann likes coffee…

New York Berlin

Christoph Niemann is a talented, award-winning illustrator with a great sense of humour who recently moved to Berlin with his family. His illustrations have appeared on the covers of The New Yorker, Newsweek, Wired, The New York Times Magazine and American Illustration. He is the author of many books, among them The Pet Dragon, which teaches Chinese characters to young readers, I LEGO N.Y. and, most recently, SUBWAY, based on The Boys and the Subway, the first entry of his Abstract City blog.

Christoph’s web site is christophniemann.com (I’ve posted about his work previously, here and here).

 


12 November 2010

Yup, it really is true…

Manitoba, Canada

Three days ago I joined some 500 million others who already use Facebook. The jury’s still out on whether or not this was a good decision (apologies to those who have steadfastly warned me against this), but “what’s done is done”… unless of course I decide to bail ship. (On the bright side, I can hardly be accused of being an early adopter).

In case you’d care to connect in that strange new world of ever-lowering common denominators, you can find me here.


I like a good metaphor…

(from across the USA)

Every year, English teachers from across the United States submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published to the amusement of teachers across the country. Following is this year’s compendium…

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. Instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. Traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. At a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighbourhood with picket fences that resembled Halle Berry’s teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

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Thanks to climbing friend Len Chackowsky (via his Facebook post) for the above source. Yes, it’s true… after holding out for years I have finally succumbed and am now on Facebook myself as of just over two days ago—still pretty clueless however, and confused by the non-intuitive user interface and navigation inconsistencies.


11 November 2010

Pavlovian inversion…

(original source)


10 November 2010

Mostly femme fatales and noir…

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“She batted them pretty little eyes at you, and you fell for it
like an egg from a tall chicken!” —Charade, 1963 


9 November 2010

Off belay…

Winnipeg, Canada

Since I quite like both cats and climbing, re-posting this image (original source unknown) was a natural… as is this buildering kitty. Note the fine technique—moving from a layback along the long vertical arête… to an under-cling… to delicate face moves. As with most climbing, however, the answer to the question “why” remains unclear…

Thanks to friend Gerald Brandt for the image.


8 November 2010

Happy Birthday, Guy!

Jinan, China

Best “61st” wishes to longtime friend and former Icograda president Guy Schockaert. Thanks to another longtime friend and former Icograda board colleague Ahn Sang-Soo for the photo of Guy, taken this past weekend… sooo apropos.


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