tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134642482011-04-22T01:06:13.691-03:00Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464248.post-30669049787310765792007-11-12T10:57:00.001-03:002007-11-12T11:20:21.599-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2283/1983814551_060bc7cbd3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2283/1983814551_060bc7cbd3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/1983523195_a7762ca983_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/1983523195_a7762ca983_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13464248-3066904978731076579?l=fotonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464248.post-87811161541664572842007-11-12T10:05:00.000-03:002007-11-12T10:08:35.206-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/1982892721_bbce4798ac_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/1982892721_bbce4798ac_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13464248-8781116154166457284?l=fotonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464248.post-24920431861928540602007-01-14T22:52:00.000-03:002007-01-14T23:46:48.450-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/357672093_a07ca71c45_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/357672093_a07ca71c45_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13464248-2492043186192854060?l=fotonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464248.post-3246670725090857532006-11-19T21:47:00.000-03:002006-11-19T23:50:22.680-03:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Los corceles calesiteros montados por sus jockeys decidieron romper con el tiovivo y tomaron nuevos rumbos.<br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/111/301517664_e99a93f84f_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/111/301517664_e99a93f84f_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/109/301407949_53d22bab47_b.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13464248-324667072509085753?l=fotonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464248.post-18260857777691285442006-11-04T11:43:00.000-03:002006-11-05T10:51:07.424-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">La imagen nos dice que ahí estuvimos. Únicos, congelados en el espacio del negativo. Mostrando a quien quiera verlo que descubrimos ese lugar en un recodo del camino y no pudimos evitar tomarnos la foto. Una centésima de segundo que sostiene nuestro yo, que confirma en nuestro interior la grandeza de nuestros logros.<br />Enorme en nuestra intimidad nuestro logro se empequeñece y cobra su dimensión real, cuando encontramos en el album familiar la foto del primo tercero en ese recóndito e irrepetible recodo del camino.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/112/288578923_6d05ff4348_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/288578923_6d05ff4348_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13464248-1826085777769128544?l=fotonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464248.post-1156640659813842602006-08-26T21:53:00.000-03:002006-11-04T11:08:43.548-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/75/225623581_bc9e82ab15_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/75/225623581_bc9e82ab15_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">con los ojos abiertos</span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">las luces incendian<br /></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">el tiempo se esfuma</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">con los ojos abiertos<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/84/225623583_21c50e4ccb_o.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/225623583_21c50e4ccb_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/57/225623580_2d5d50acca_o.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/225623580_2d5d50acca_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/74/225623579_64432e11f1_o.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/74/225623579_64432e11f1_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/80/225623578_33efaba127_o.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/80/225623578_33efaba127_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13464248-115664065981384260?l=fotonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464248.post-1154877064801752722006-08-06T11:51:00.000-03:002006-11-04T11:08:43.490-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3162/1184/1600/Los%20colores%20del%20recuerdo%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3162/1184/320/Los%20colores%20del%20recuerdo%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Estas fotografías son el resultado de una búsqueda personal, tratando de hallar el clima particular que tienen las imágenes en la memoria.<br />El lugar es la casa de mi abuela y la elección se debe a que es la única casa que ha permanecido en mi familia y en mi memoria por mis treinta y siete años. Allí, todo conserva la misma disposición, los muebles, las fotos familiares y los objetos.<br /><br />Realicé las tomas con película 35mm blanco y negro, revelando manualmente. Luego envié a escanear los negativos y los procesé digitalmente con una premisa; en la memoria, las cosas y las personas acaban pareciéndose más a lo que queremos de ellas que a ellas mismas. Entonces, en las imágenes los colores no son reales, sino que son fruto de la evocación emotiva.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3162/1184/1600/Los%20colores%20del%20recuerdo%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3162/1184/320/Los%20colores%20del%20recuerdo%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Dice Aníbal Troilo en “Nocturno a mi Barrio” “Mi barrio era así, así, así… Es decir, que se yo si era así…. Pero yo me lo acuerdo así.”-<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13464248-115487706480175272?l=fotonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512012536587045289noreply@blogger.com4