We attended mass last Sunday. Contrary to today's dreary weather, the sky was bright then. Yongi couldn't join us inside the church so he was left in the car with the windows half-rolled down.
We went in just in time, about ten minutes before the entrance procession and we chose the extra seats at the back, so we won't bother those who had already settled in the pews.
While observing the people coming and going, I noticed the reflections on the shiny floor, and couldn't resist taking photos of them (discreetly and hastily, that is). It felt like I was a culprit while doing it, but for the love of the hunt, I kept on anyway馃槉
I love everything in this photo, reflections, shadows and all. I just had to cover people's faces because they were unaware they had been photographed.
Zooming a bit to snap one more and someone came into the scene馃槄 What a timing!
I also noticed the shadows of the San Isidro and other statues at the altar, but I let them go because it felt unethical馃槉 Besides, they were a little too far for my phone camera to pick up.
Anyway, I put my phone away before the mass started. We found out that the visiting priest was the Farmboy's senior during his school years at the seminary. Yep, he got called but wasn't chosen because he was meant to be a husband (he said so himself)馃珷
And there ends my lil hunt story. Cheers to the new week as it arrives!
All photos are mine. 19102025/23:55ph
