“Grab on to a solid chunk of a brass doorknob to yank myself up so I can see inside a tomb that caught my eye. Silver-splintered cobwebs fragmented like an icy covering. The air is still tinged with winter. Strange, that people like me peer in.”

My journal, 8 October 2009

Is it strange? Or strangely inevitable? The tomb that houses this window has a bronze door with a cross cut out of it, filled in with clear glass – surely an invitation to look inside. If I stand on tiptoes and hang on to the door with one hand (tricky in summer when the metal is burning hot), I can hold my camera in the other. This is how I captured the illusion of Jesus stopping the traffic. With the adjacent street caught in the glass, I think he looks as though he’s in the road, hands raised to halt oncoming cars.