Yesterday I skipped my photography class and took photos instead. Two hours of PowerPoint presentation or an afternoon in Recoleta Cemetery? It wasn’t a difficult decision. The sky was glorious, crammed with raggedy-edged clouds that eventually joined forces before fading away. Later, an autumn-leaf-coloured light flooded the narrow streets of the cemetery. So glad I went.
Of course, I’d imagined posting a picture with some such cloud-filled sky or burnished light, but the image that’s nagging to be shown is this Jesus in a watery blue haze. I love the film-strip edge of the stained glass roof, the enveloping sapphire mist and the bright reflected cross intercepting Jesus’s body.
I first photographed him more than two years ago, so he’s a familiar face. Along with María, he’s one of the originals who set me on my reflection-hunting path.
I was born in Montreal in 1967, grew up in England and live between London and Buenos Aires. Like many, I came to Buenos Aires to dance tango and fell under the spell of this city where strangers talk to you, tango music seeps on to the streets and the ornate crumbling buildings speak of grander times. I love writing and crafting words – I've worked as a sub-editor for more than 20 years – and taking photographs.