The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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You can find my music on Jango (World & latin - Worldbeat) and at iTunes and most online stores.
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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

My photo
Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Procession of Silence - 2015 - Procesión del Silencio

Good Friday's Procession of Silence is one of the most powerful moments of Semana Santa.  Thousands of people line the procession's route to see this traditional event.  This was the 29th anniversary and it seems like it gets bigger every years even though it is really almost the same.  The statues from various churches are carried through the streets as thousands of people silently watch them pass.
It is hard work, real penance.
Light and daylight savings time always plays a role in getting decent shots.  This year the gods were not with us and it was almost dark before the whole thing even started.  Check out the waiting game as chronicled by Casa Colibri.
It got dark, so I split, but I managed to get into the thick of things and got some nice shots before the light went.  In fact, it will take a few days to go through them all, but here's a start.
These heavy crosses get dragged a couple of kilometers over the cobblestones by hooded men.
An arduous undertaking.
And always an ethereal moment as the only sounds one hears are the crosses hitting the stones.
 And then, of course,  there are the brightly colored hoods.
 It is not all somber.  There are always smiles and a feeling of joy.
I will post some portraits next, because the people are the best part, as always.

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