My good friend Victo Dolore recently posted one of her wonderful short pieces of fiction Post Pains. She asked if any of her readers felt something from a building. Since I am a certifiable ball of emotions and feelings, it happens to me all the time and despite the candy colored buildings of my last post Colorful Merida, the graveyard (pictured above) made the hair on the back of my neck rise. There is something about the bells and the three crucifixes that seems so sinister. It was naturally shaded so that heightened the effect. Maybe it was because Merida Cathedral was once a Maya temple?
The interior of the Cathedral was somberly beautiful but there was no color which is unusual in churches here or in Mexico. Even the nuns were wearing off white habits. Is it the gray of the limestone that bothers me?
Perhaps it is those little slits for windows (perfect in a heatwave) that upsets me?
Finally, why do I take most of my photographs from a weird angle? I have to straighten most of them but it truly reflects what this photographer sees. My thinking is skewed because of a mental illness, as is my take on life. It is not always negative, however, and like most people I like to be scared (a little). Boo!