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color study (sicily)

The entire day was joyous in every way you can imagine, so it wasn’t necessarily a surprise to look up this narrow passageway and see so much color dabbed about.

Bivona, Sicily
photographed 9.4.2022

santa rosalia moves on

On my previous visit to Sicily, we were fortunate to be able to share in the procession of the town’s patron saint. It was an extremely moving experience…here’s what I wrote about it soon after it happened:

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“How weird that my eyes are so sweaty.” -actual thought I had, standing on that church balcony.

Our group was in Bivona, Sicily, on the feast day for the their patron saint, Santa Rosalia. Following Mass, the church members prepared to move the saint from her niche in the front of the church. Later that day, men of the town would carry her on their shoulders as they processed through the narrow streets. It was the first time they’d been able to hold the Mass and procession since 2019. It was clearly an emotional event.

Through our outstanding tour leader, Allison Scola, from Experience Sicily, we had remarkable access to the day’s events, including getting to watch the process of moving Santa Rosalia from a vantage point that gave us a unique view.

And this is the part I cannot explain – and I’ve been trying to understand it every day since it happened. The faith shown by the townspeople seemed so pure, so real, so honest, so truthful, so much a part of their lives. It was the most honest expression of faith (and maybe even of Faith, since that’s two different things, perhaps) that I have ever witnessed. I didn’t understand what anyone was saying. I don’t have any particular knowledge of Catholic traditions. I am generally a skeptical person. But this: it wasn’t so much that my eyes were sweating. It was in fact tears, tears I couldn’t stop, tears I was surprised to be shedding, tears at the beauty, the faith that I was witnessing.

I still don’t understand it in ways that I can write down. But, I know what I saw. I know how it impacted me. I know I will never be the same.

And that’s a lot.

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And this was my last look at the saint as she moved slowly along the street and our group moved slowly in the other direction, our thoughts surely heavy with all we’d seen that day.

Bivona, Sicily
photographed 9.4.2022

and look how far the light came

The way the late sunlight caught the wineglasses in a different way than the entire rest of the scene caught my eye.

And it reminded me of the line “Glasses of wine on a crate between us/Catch the light, seem to glow from within” from the song “Look How Far,” by Bruce Cockburn. The song was in my head for a long time that evening.

Palermo, Sicily
photographed 8.29.2022

toilet training department

Apparently I happened to walk by the cleaning supplies (which included kids’ potty chairs) portion of the street-side market.

Palermo, Sicily
photographed 9.1.2022

hotel, via roma

A reasonably typical summer evening, only I was in Palermo instead of Texas.
(Evenings can last a long time: a cafe near our b+b stayed open until 4:00 am on the weekends. If you timed it right, you could grab dinner about 2:30 and then head out to photograph the dawn.)

Palermo, Sicily
photographed 8.31.2022