Walking through the town of Saachila in Mexico, I came upon a large church dominating the central square. From inside drifted the priest’s voice, echoing as if carried through loudspeakers, a sermon that seemed endless. Sermons, it seems, are universally long; the congregation sat in patient silence, their faith tested less by doctrine than by sheer endurance.
On the steps at the entrance sat a small boy, his chin propped on his hand, staring blankly into the air with an air of defeat. Inside, his parents or relatives were no doubt listening with solemn devotion, but for him the sermon was nothing more than sand slipping through an hourglass, something to be endured until it finally ran out. What he longed for—more than blessings or promises of salvation—was simply the moment when the doors would open, the ritual would end, and he could rush outside to run free again.
Dec 2010 MEXICO PEOPLE | |
BOREDOM BOY CHURCH ZAACHILA |
No
4938
Shooting Date
Jul 2010
Posted On
December 8, 2010
Modified On
September 5, 2025
Place
Zaachila, Mexico
Genre
Candid Photography
Camera
CANON EOS 1V
Lens
EF85MM F1.2L II USM