Photography adds a whole new layer to travelling. It adds a whole new layer to life itself, to existence. Photography is existential in it’s nature because it provides the photographer with the power to overcome the inevitable flow of time and grasp a particular part of reality the way he experiences it in the here and now.

Photography is, to me, a form of real protest against the inevitable brutality of time. It is the only (illusionary, it is true, but still the only possible) protest of a small human being against the inevitable brutality of death.

Photography is amazing in it’s unique capability to give me, for one brief particle of the second, a triumph over mortality: “Look, I’ve conquered you this time.”

The deterioration of memory has the absolute power to slowly destroy the whole particular real life experience… but taking a photo captures not just a hologram of colors and shapes – it somehow conserves the full spectrum of thoughts, feelings and visuals that reality has to offer in this moment in time. Only thus this piece of “reality” will be free to continue it’s independent living outside my frail memory.

Photography tames the fear of death. It gives me the illusion that I am in control this time.