Holy Friday in Dumsville is sepia.
Although the rituals here are, oh so alien to me, i still felt the solemnity of the moment as the townsfolk marched the streets with candles and their saints in tow.
The night was auspicious, undeniably. So a scrambled for my camera which i apparently left in my other man-purse (yes, i have a man purse and yes, it does make me gayer, but i couldn't care less...). So i settled with my uber awesome Samsung QWERTY phone with an ok-ish camera.
I got to take these pictures (yay!!!) of the "Stations of the Cross Procession" in Dumaguete city.
Copyright on all the pics yes?
