Brief
Love Story
by J. Ramón Palacios
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Medium
format ...
The
greater format allowed for surprising enlargements, without visible
grain. So I had returned to my origins (primitial endeavors with
his Reflex Korelle camera) on 6X6 (120).
With
only 12 pictures per roll in black and white, one had to be careful
with that trigger; as with the guns, each shot had to count and
be a success.
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Cuitzeo
Lake, Michoacan, Mexico
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And
fortunately they were. So much that my dad decided that we should
enjoy the magic of a darkroom.
Some
good day, our first amplifier appeared in my room. We made a jubilant
trip to an Agfa store and I returned loaded with trays, tongues,
clips, developing tanks, powders and solutions to make magic potions;
and since then and for a long, long time ... the nights were shorter.
The
first memory I have of my father is of him reading a voluminous
book, sitting under the pale light of a standing lamp; the second,
of him writing the first of his books, over a very uncomfortable
coffee table; but and however, beautifully hand painted by my
mother in gold, with an strange 'banana mixture'.
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first memory of my mother is of she singing, with a great
smile, looking at me crawling on a floor of shinny red tile,
towards a straw toy representing a rider on horseback with
a trumpet, perhaps in memory of a 'zapatista' soldier bugle.
In
these pictures of them, taken by me in 1960 with Veripan
film, they were about to celebrate 20 years of marriage. |
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He
would reward himself later with a Yashica 35mm camera, acquired
at the first Japanese trade show in Monterrey; she, with one more
giant earthenware vase of the famous Puebla 'talavera', from my
father's hometown.
From
that enduring love for each other and their love for life, three
brothers and three sisters were born, and amongst all of my loves,
my love for photography.
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