My Dad, Tom Cat…

A very low-key Saturday! My parents and I wanted to drive to a small town on the coast one hour away from Lima but a traffic on the highway prevented us from accomplishing our plans. Instead, we went to a Fish-and-seafood restaurant they eat at from time to time. While I had fish soup, my mom … Continue reading My Dad, Tom Cat…

The Adventures of H&M…

On a previous post, I mentioned that my best friend, Teresa, bought two guinea pigs, H and M, recently. Since I am helping Teresa to take care of both little creatures, I have become a sort of dad for them (Happy belated Father’s Day to me!).

H is white and her face is partly brown. Accidentally she broke her right leg the first day Teresa bought her (I dropped her and she hit on a wall, ooooops!) but has been progressively recovering since. Her weight was 316 grams 10 days ago and she has gained 50 grams in this period of time. She loves oranges and hay and I particularly love her tiny mouth:

h 2(Hi, followers and visitors! My name is H; what’s yours?)

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My Dad, Jesús Hidalgo…

A great amount of my Facebook friends and acquaintances posted pictures of themselves with their dads yesterday (Father’s Day). That many of these pictures were taken when most of my contacts were children particularly called my attention. Childhood for lots of people represents the magic world where dad and mom are our superheroes who know everything and will never disappoint us; as a consequence, posting happy pictures of this idealized lost world seems quite logical. Fewer contacts, in contrast, shared recent pictures with their fathers (some of them even took them just yesterday). I guess in certain cases, they didn’t have recent photos because their fathers are not here anymore. And even in fewer cases, some people shared pictures of their moms since a number of mothers perform both roles (mother and father) very bravely nowadays.

Because this is a blog about photography, all these Facebook postings encouraged me to select and share diverse pictures of my dad taken during my most recent visit to Lima (December 25th -January 6th). First of all, he was born in Trujillo, Peru, on January 5th, 1943, so when I was born he was already 42 years old. Funny story: Jesús is the name of both of us, so for my family and relatives I am Pablo and he is Jesús (my middle name is Juan Pablo; I was born in 1985 when Pope John Paul II visited Peru for the first time). 

enano 4(Pablo and Jesús, or me and my dad)

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