I was standing alone on a torrid church ground watching closely all the elements of interest above me.
The crucifix, the trees, the unpredictable clouds and the sun.
But the glaring light of the blistering sun tended to burn my retina and blacken my vision,
yet, i had to wait for the scene to emerge (i had faith it would). From then, i remembered the pains of Jesus...
As blood was drifting from every sharp thorn from His head, it soaked His eyes and distorted His vision too...
I had clothes protecting me from the baking heat; Jesus was stripped off after His clothes had dried and had stuck on his open wounds...
I was sweating and losing body fluid; Jesus' blood was flowing like water and He was fast losing oxygen...
I could walk freely with my shadow on the ground; Jesus was humiliated in the midst of the crowd...
I had a heavy bag on my back, a quarter of my weight; Jesus had the heaviest cross on his shoulder that was soon enough to carry His crucified body...
Minutes passed and the elements went into places, i framed my shot and walked on for some more REFLECTIONS...
