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| Rosemary Elizabeth Healey Waterhouse-Hayward- 1969 |
Because Telus is the most aggressive, intruding communications company in Canada I have to tolerate constant emails from them and text messages. I have three bills. After lots of calling and waiting I have managed to have two of them paid by automatic bank withdrawal. The third bill I go to my Kerrisdale branch of the Bank of Montreal. Why? Because I like to face a human bank representative. They are pleasant. I need that face to face.
On my way to the bank I passed by an antique store and noticed a gold frame. I purchased it because since I can print to any size in my oficina printer I can even dispense with a mat as I can put a white border around my inkjet print.
You can see the result in the scan here. The frame was almost the size of my scanner glass.
This frame will be one of the last that I can put up on my walls as there is simply not much space left.
I took these photographs of Rosemary in Mexico City about a year after we got married. It was 1969 and these (they are cropped) represent the first nudes I ever photographed. They are not all that sharp. I used Kodak Tri-X with my Asahi Pentax S-3. I may have used a Komura 80mm lens.
Because I am a portrait photographer who happened to study philosophy for two years (1962/63) in Mexico City under Ramón Xirau I look at my portraits as a glimpse into a person’s soul where I modify Plato’s idea of a world of perfect essences that we humans only see as wavy shadows. This specially happens when I have eye contact. These are an exception as I was not yet well on my way to shooting portraits always with eye contact.
When I saw photographs of live and dead Confederate soldiers taken by Timothy O’Sullivan around 1950 I first became aware of death. I was 8 at the United States Information Service library, The Lincoln Library adjacent to the US Embassy in Buenos Aires. The soldiers looked now different from the people walking outside on Calle Florida.
Rosemary was alive when I took these photographs. I remember little of what we might have talked about or what led me to take the photographs to begin with.
Fifty six years later they are now framed with UV glass. I hope one of my daughters will appreciate them when I am long gone.
