I went back for you yesterday, my New Jesus roof. Directions scribbled in my cemetery notebook – “Down steps on right past LA RESURRECCION + EL INFINITO” – took me straight there. (Gone are the days of spending months trying to refind a particular tomb in Recoleta Cemetery.)

Yet when I got home, I realised I preferred the shots from the afternoon I discovered you three weeks ago. At the time, I really wanted to write my blog, but didn’t think I’d captured anything good enough. I’ve written here before about struggling with wanting things to be perfect. It’s a challenge to hush that inner critic.

On reflection, I like how Jesus’s right hand has lined up with the horizontal bar of the stone cross and how the split effect suggests his movement as he hoicks the cross in the stained glass uphill.

If you want to meet the rest of my Jesus roof family, you’ll find them here: plain Jesus roof, RIP Jesus and, the first of them all, Jesus heart (although I came up with a fancier name for this version).