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sábado, 14 de diciembre de 2013

GUIRNALDA/GARLAND (DC)

El tema de El Drawing Challenge de esta semana lo propuso la amiga Tiny Woof, la palabra es : Guirnalda. Me gusta,  yo escribí algo acerca de esto, y comencé a hacer la ilustración, pero aquí, hoy es sábado y... comenzó a llover, entonces fui a buscar una gran caja donde están guardadas las viejas fotografías (ya saben, los días de lluvia son aptos para mirar fotos viejas) En realidad yo buscaba una foto en la cual estábamos varios amigos dibujantes reunidos un día que compartimos una exhibición, hace muchos años atrás, para mostrar en mi Facebook... y encontré esta fotografía, en una fiesta de carnaval, durante una noche de verano, en mi pueblo.  Esta fotografía, fue tomada aproximadamente en el año 1956, el niño, soy yo, (con la bragueta abierta, yo era, un potencial exhibicionista ) el señor que está a la derecha de la fotografía, es mi padre, y los otros dos son dos amigos de mi padre, pero lo que realmente interesa aquí es la guirnalda que se puede ver detrás (un poco en la oscuridad),  recuerdo que estaba hecha con papeles coloreados, yo creo recordar algunos olores también, a jazmines de verano...
Hace tantos años...

 The theme of this week's Drawing Challenge was proposed by the friend Tiny Woof , the word is: Garland . I like it. I wrote something about this, and started doing the illustration, but here it is Saturday, and ... began to rain, so I went to look for a big box where old photographs are stored (you know, the rainy days are apt to look at old pictures) I really wanted a picture were gathered several cartoonists friends one day we share one exhibition, many years ago to show on my Facebook ... and I found this photograph at a carnival during a summer night in my town. This photograph , was taken about the year 1956, the child, it's me ( with the fly open, I was a potential exhibitionist ) the man who is to the right of the photograph, it is my father, and the other two are two friends of my father, but what really matters here is the garlands that you can see behind (a bit in the dark) I remember that it was made with colored papers,  I also seem to remember some smells, jasmine summer...
Many years ago ... 

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25 comentarios:

Carla dijo...

I love that you are so relaxed and maybe know your fly is open but don't care one bit!

Tammie Lee dijo...

such a wonderful and interesting photograph. i like how people are looking in different directions. I love that you shared this with garland!

nadine paduart dijo...

a delight, your memory.
those small things in the past that hold our head together, sometimes.
i love this picture, good idea to show it.
handsome boy too!
never mind that fly... ;))))
thxs for playing, roberto,
n♥

BunTine dijo...

A good idea to rummage in your old photograph box and to share your memories and the vintage garland.
Great picture:) Kerstin

Stefanie Seltner dijo...

oh my dear, this is sooooo very cute, so charming!
thank you for sharing, I love this is story this picture this little boy. I am happy he grew up and became kind of an exhibitionist for example showing pictures like this... and your header is nice, too!
and no I did not watch those stars :-(
x Stefanie

Leena dijo...

Hi Roberto! I love your story! And the rainy days are indeed perfect for old photographs. Have a nice Sunday, Leena

renilde dijo...

that's you Roberto, already a kind of melancholic look in your eyes,already the eyes of a poet.
the garland is there alright but your father's hands get my attention here.
just lovely, xx

Unknown dijo...

wonderful memories! sweet post

Marcela Calderón dijo...

Está todo tan en inglés por acá, que casi empecé diciendo: "What a wonderful story, Robert..." Je. Pero decidí seguir en castilla. ¡Qué buena historia! La foto es mortal... El atuendo del señor que te sostiene es lo más. Y qué buena resolución para la palabra guirnalda :)

hedwig dijo...

Little dream boy wrapped in bigbig hands of grown up men. Little thoughtful poet surrounded by bigbig smiles, you father proud ofcourse. 1956, the year I was born. How time flies (no pun intended) XXWW!!

sofam dijo...

Estabas de ultima moda , con los zapatos sin medias

Kristen Donegan dijo...

Oh my what a dear! dear photo! I love the memory you write about the smell and I imagine the scene with garland- I picture you digging out this photo- precious really- you must resemble your mother :)

Unknown dijo...

An arresting image, Roberto and a wonderful memory story. I think the most remarkable thing: the large hands of the man covering the small hands of the boy you. I will remember this.
-sus

Unknown dijo...

haha, already a funny and sweet man at such a young age! What a sweet picture of you and I wonder of your memories are correct, with the garland, the colors and the smell. Time travel would be interesting sometimes ;-)

Rod MacGregor dijo...

Wow...Muy Guapo como tu Padre...Que cuento..con los olores tambien!!Buen semana amigo!

Patrice A. dijo...

hello sweet little roberto!
what a fine image, great memorie
you look very comfartable
and i can almost feel the warmth
of the large hands that rest upon yours....
thank you for sharing
and yes! i can see the garland ;^))

Unknown dijo...

Que linda!!!! sabés qaue iba bajando por la lista de blogs no leidos sin mirar mucho el nombre del blog, sólo mirando las fotos, y de repente... aparece ésta foto y pensé " yo esa foto la conozcoooooo" jajajajaj hasta q leí el blog jajajaja que gracioso!
me encanta tan linda es!!! beso

Unknown dijo...

Such a fine looking group of males in this summertime year of 1956. You were (and have always been is my guess) a well loved little at first, and then grown up, person. Your dad clearly adored you. What a splendid photo. When I read your text (before seeing the photo in your post) I laughed so hard you wouldn't believe it. I could hear your voice with perhaps a small accent commenting on a photo that maybe you were just about to hand to me over a cup of tea. Then when I saw the photo I enjoyed that captured moment of summer breezes blowing paper garlands above, even more. Thanks for sharing Roberto. *smiles* Norma, x

Kim Henkel Creations dijo...

What a beautiful image of father friends and son, and a wonderful memory. Thank you for sharing its beauty.

Cindi dijo...

Of course, photos can lie, but your face looks less convinced of the enthusiasm at the situation than the rest of the men in this photo! I'm intrigued by the pants of the man sitting behind you. They appear to be bloused at the bottom, but not in a military style. We've been digging through old photos here this holiday and finding a few gems of our own--always a fun way to time travel. Happy holidays!

sofam dijo...

Las bombachas del gordo causaron furor.
El gordo era fanático de San Lorenzo
y que coincidencia, pusiste la foto justo cuando salieron campeones.

sofam dijo...

Estuve usando un traductor y si no entendí mal me parece que algunos confundieron al gordo con tu papá

tanïa dijo...

Oh, how I love that picture, and that cute little boy, that is YOU! Still a bit shy in front of the camera, maybe this is why the strong hands give safety and tranquillisation. And the exhibitionistic detail, haha, I have to admit it kept my eyes from the garlands at first...great men, all of you!

Denise SCARAMAI dijo...

¡Qué hermosa foto! Por su mirada, usted ya mostró ser alguien perspicaz y creativo!
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Gracias por tu mensaje en mi blog! Totalmente de acuerdo con sus palabras, Roberto!
Siempre queremos más felicidad, bueno! Como un mejoramiento, queremos más... :)
Gracias por todo; la amistad, y los mismos votos que el envío a usted y su hermosa familia! Mucha paz y prosperidad para todos, y un año nuevo iluminado!
También le envio un beso abrazo!
Un brindis por la vida, mi vecino!

Nancy Grönholm dijo...

Wow, so that's where you got your charm! Dang, you dad looks a right dapper in that suit! :D And seriously, how is it possible to straight away recognise that little face as yours - it is yours, a little cheeky and quite a bit of a dreamer? So sweet. :)
The big man in the baggy trousers looks like a Bolshevik dancer! :D
But I do like the feel of this photo - you're all obviously posing for this camera but it looks so un.forced, it's just lovely. And your comment about the yasmine scent ... there's something about smells that can turn an ordinary memory magic, don't you think?
Lovely, lovely story :)