I haven’t written my blog for more than two years now. The longer I left it, the more difficult it seemed to pick it up again. True of many things in life.

I don’t even remember when I last ventured to Recoleta Cemetery. Alas this year I didn’t get there before lockdown began on 20 March, so here’s a photograph from my “To use on blog” folder. Sometimes I have to come back to a shot to appreciate it.

This window fascinates me. Partly for its play of shapes: the rotated square within a circle within an oval frame, and of course the central cross. I feel it adds up to something quite deliberate and mystical.

Although made of punched metal, it reminds me of the cane seats you find on Thonet bentwood chairs. A humble gesture amid all the elaborate stained glass windows – more home than High Church.

The image turns out to be perfect for May Day, when ordinary folk in centuries gone by took to the streets with their boughs and branches, taking rituals into their own hands. And the window’s open mesh of circles within squares allows light to pass through, just as the veil between worlds can be penetrated more easily on the first of May.