This loosely triangular plaza in front of the crumbling church, has permanent seats and theatre lights in place for outdoor performances. It also happens to be a great place to hang out in the late afternoons, when the shadows lengthen and throw sections of the plaza into deep shade, without hampering the colour and texture of the rest.
It was the first of many favourite spots which Flemming and I found to shoot in Guanajuato, and one we find ourselves going back to.
It was on one of these returns that we found ourselves a part of the congregation during Easter mass, while a plaster Christ was being pulled up against the Templo walls during the reenactment of the Crucifixion. Being the only heathen product of a devout Christian family, I’ve been to church enough to follow the Spanish service without too much difficulty. But unfamiliar with Catholic elements, especially in the local context (I grew up in an Anglican household in Singapore), the significance of the various figures and traditions were lost on me. So I will share pictures instead.
What a great set of images ! Lovely work Charlene. G.
Thank you, Gareth :)
Lovely, simply lovely, Charlene. I attended our own Good Friday ritual here in NM in Good Friday (been waiting several years for the opportunity!) and yours looks a bit more organized.
Received your postcard today, by the way. Thank you so much for thinking of us. Wish we could return the kindness.
Oooh, tell me more Brian – where did you experience these Good Friday rituals?
Glad you got the postcard! Last time I sent postcards from Mexico, no one got any, so happy to hear these ended up where they’re meant to :)
Beautiful and meaning photos.
I think you would have appreciated this mass and procession, Daphy.
Found these so moving. Perfectly rendered in bxw (my fave). But that colour image…mercy!
This city is a feast for the eyes, Erin. All of it.
You made a really nice series here from our procession experience. The first pic is stunning.
But, for me, the band wins…it was just so incredibly peculiar to suddenly hear that very well known machine gun sound of drummers out of sync spiced with trumpets out of key! My brain went “hang on, wait, I know this” and then I realised that it was THE band, the band that had practiced for 7 weeks every weekend near our home. CLASSIC!
Hehehehe, tell me about it! That was an awesome ending to the day.
Great sequence. I love the brotherhood pic too! Looking at that pic I come to mind a very old Joy Division’s song, Atmosphere, it well suits those atmosphere :)
Hahaha, that’s a funny association!