Παλιές φωτογραφίες (Vintage Dog Photos)
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Μαστίνο!
Καμία σχέση με αυτό που έχω στο μυαλό μου από τα σύγχρονα. Μα σε χρώμα, μα σε μέγεθος, μα σε κρεμάσματα...εξωφυλλο της δημοκρατικης εκδοσης (μαδριτη) της εφημεριδας abc, στα χρονια του ισπανικου εμφυλιου με γερμανικο ποιμενικο.
Αφού ο @spyv μας πηγε μεχρι την Αυστραλια, θυμηθηκα οτι ειχα πετυχει μια φωτογραφια της μαμας Kelly, μητερας του Ned Kelly, οταν την απελευθερωσαν απο τη φυλακη το 1881!
Ellen Kelly’s release from prison in February 1881 is commemorated by this photo taken at the Kelly homestead. It shows from left, Alice King, Kate Kelly, Grace Kelly (with Faith, the Kelly cattle dog), Mrs Kelly, Jack King, Ellen King (feeding a pet lamb from a bottle) and the Rev. William Gould who had married Ellen Kelly and George King seven years earlier. Scarcely more than two months later, Constable Robert Graham visited here with Father Thomas Egan of Wangaratta and gained Mrs Kelly’s help in defusing the ongoing Kelly rebellion. Image: Max Brown
Ellen Kelly’s release from prison in February 1881 is commemorated by this photo taken at the Kelly homestead. It shows from left, Alice King, Kate Kelly, Grace Kelly (with Faith, the Kelly cattle dog), Mrs Kelly, Jack King, Ellen King (feeding a pet lamb from a bottle) and the Rev. William Gould who had married Ellen Kelly and George King seven years earlier. Scarcely more than two months later, Constable Robert Graham visited here with Father Thomas Egan of Wangaratta and gained Mrs Kelly’s help in defusing the ongoing Kelly rebellion. Image: Max Brown
Ο Νικος Ζαχαριαδης με τον γιο του Σηφη και τον σκυλο τους πιθανό
κάπου στην Ρουμανία το 1951.
Ε ολο "τους κυρίους στα κασμιρια τους ντυμένους" τους βαρέθηκα.
κάπου στην Ρουμανία το 1951.
Ε ολο "τους κυρίους στα κασμιρια τους ντυμένους" τους βαρέθηκα.
Κριμα να εχουν χαθει τοσες φωτογραφιες σε παλιοτερα ποστ!
Απο το fb group, a vintage dog a day
Καρτ ποσταλ περ. 1910
Απο το fb group, a vintage dog a day
Καρτ ποσταλ περ. 1910
Γερμανικός Ποιμενικός στο Δυτικό Μέτωπο κατά τον Α' Π.Π.
ο ποιητης Robinson Jeffers ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robinson_Jeffers ) με τα μπουλντογκς του:
και ο Haig, ο σκυλακος για τον οποιο εγραψε το παρακατω ποιημα:
The House Dog’s Grave
I’ve changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the nights through
I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read- and I fear often grieving for me-
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying.
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dears, that’s too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided…
But to me you were true.
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
και ο Haig, ο σκυλακος για τον οποιο εγραψε το παρακατω ποιημα:
The House Dog’s Grave
I’ve changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the nights through
I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read- and I fear often grieving for me-
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying.
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dears, that’s too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided…
But to me you were true.
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
ενα 7 μηνων borzoi ως μασκοτ του αμερικανικου στρατου στον 1ο παγκοσμιο πολεμο.
1930. Ο Πάμπλο Πικάσο με τον Bob, έναν Ορεινό Σκύλο των Πυρηναίων
Colourised version © Christos Kaplanis , All Rights Reserved .
pastincolor.blogspot.com
ο πρωταθλητης Alex σε δυο φωτογραφιες στην αρχη του αιωνα ή στα τελη του 19ου.
με την ιδιοκτητρια του, πριγκιπισσα της Ουαλιας Αλεξανδρα (και αδερφη του Γεωργιου του Α' της Ελλαδας):
και σε αλλη μια που υποτιθεται οτι απεικονιζει τον ιδιο τον φωτογραφο Thomas Fall, που δουλευε την εποχη εκεινη για την πριγκιπισσα:
με την ιδιοκτητρια του, πριγκιπισσα της Ουαλιας Αλεξανδρα (και αδερφη του Γεωργιου του Α' της Ελλαδας):
και σε αλλη μια που υποτιθεται οτι απεικονιζει τον ιδιο τον φωτογραφο Thomas Fall, που δουλευε την εποχη εκεινη για την πριγκιπισσα:
αμερικανιδα στρατιωτικος με ντομπερμαν, δευτερο μισο της δεκαετιας του 40.
