Silence and silence again. The darkness hangs over the Holy Friday hooded ghosts. The sad and solemn sound of the funeral marches breaks the night's veil and pierce the heart until it becomes a cry. On Holy Friday Sorrento changes its appearance: you will not hear the squawking voices of the tourists on the road, but the notes of the band and of the choirs, the street will not be invaded by cars, but by long theories of the ?hooded?, the radiant sign and the neon will leave their places to the torches and street lights. The feeling of collective pity is tangible. The processions belong to the Sorrentinians like a son to his mother. They are the most true and exterior sign of the popular faith of a whole population. Do not think the processions as like a simple folkloristic ritual; go beyond it. Do not stop your glance at the exteriority of the procession but go to the deepness of it. Look under the hood at the lighting pupils of the participants. They are tears. Tears of emotions. This photo was taken last friday inside a little church in Sorrento(South Italy). It was around midnight, and I was there trying to capture some "moments" of the "wearing ceremony" before the start of the black procession. Snapshot. Avalaible light. Handhelded. PS work
This is so very good Antonino! The face is so full of emotion and the colors are outstanding! This is a very dramatic portrait! A 7+ in My book! Those eyes are piercing!!! Superb work! My best.....................John
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{K:36599} 3/28/2005