Often in these pages I have written about my afán (better in Spanish than its
equivalent in English eagerness) to
photograph the female nude. I have been doing it for years with the quiet non-involvement
of my Rosemary who perhaps understands that it has (or may have) something to
do with art.
I could fill stadiums with the scads of photographs I have
taken. I believe that some of my latest, like these are far better that my
youthful output of years past.
The problem now is that at age 74 I have few subjects to
photograph and my approach to potential one can or could be seen as a 21st century form of sexual harassment.
My grandmother often used to say, “Nadie te quita lo
bailado.” It poorly translates to, “Nobody can take away the good times you
have had.” At the very least I can say that.