- the lights one uses when passing by. These are short registrations from the street flow, held sights, frozen in place in one moment during the journey, momentary contact.

Dreams about meeting all those people in strange, foreign cities, those who are in hurry, going to their homes, their works, their lives. Dreams about knowing all those people in little villages in the middle of nowhere. Never fullfilled dreams. I am only crossing by...
All I have is my camera and that short moment of pressing the trigger - one registration on the analogue, high-resolution film. These pictures are not the stories for popular magazines. They are mine. My strange collection. Very important.

This photography is strong connected with the city itself and is a tribute to people live in the cities worldwide. People I've met, but I've never known. It could be the kind of return of some of those pictures to their right place.