Brief
Love Story
by J. Ramón Palacios
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Her
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I
then had the gift of ubiquity that only youth grants. The exercise
of my profession, although very enjoyable but absorbing, allowed
me nevertheless to pursue a masters degree, being an auxiliary
policeman (actually a shooting instructor), advisor on public
safety for the state police, co-editor of the cultural supplement
of the then best regional newspaper and a very serious amateur
photographer that illustrated with his pictures his own articles.
Today
I cannot explain how, but I managed to work and to shoot, develop
and print the photographs my friends needed for their things: a
passport, a wedding, a reunion, the back cover of a book, the posters
for their exhibits or theater representations.
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so, one good day of my life an enchantress of a child appeared,
full of joy and talents, know-it-all, smart-alecky and also
tireless, who decided she would marry me as soon as she
saw me -and from a distance.
With
a recent degree in Interiors Design, she was studying
Literature and Philosophy, Dance, Music, Arts and Drama,
and participated both at the University and the professional
theaters. |
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needed some pictures to promote the opening of a piece by
Ionesco where she acted in the main role -of course!
I was the obvious candidate for the task, almost never charged
any more and did it fast and acceptably well.
After
less than two months of concurring to paintings exhibits,
the theater and shows of european art cinema, we became
sweethearts for 12 hours, engaged fiancées for
18 days and have been happily married for more than 30
years. |
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Later
I learned that she collected my articles of the cultural supplement,
illustrated with my pictures, and she admits having fallen in
love with my prose and my images, without knowing me.
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imagined me of mature adult age, intellectual, tall, with
an elegant mustache, very serious and formal. For my good
fortune, although she was wrong on everything of the above,
she decided to be the admirable mother of our children.
All
of this I mention, not only because the memory is pleasant,
but because it could be indicative of the enduring lasting
effects of a well done photographic job.
To
photography, which my father taught me to love and respect,
and to a good friend, I owe having met her.
To
my luck I owe that she loved me and that I have not lost
the ability to amuse her and surprise her, at least for
well over 30 years.
To
my loyal Exaktas and to an extraordinary 100mm Ennalyt I
owe these images of her from that memorable time. |
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