Maybe I haven't grown up yet. I like pictures and I like colours but I always fancy a nice, expressive black and white photo. I love them because of all the stories they tell. And that's another reason why I love photography. It turns me into a movie director that plays hundreds of flicks in his mind. I can create love stories, villains or apocalyptic scenarios out of everything and anything. And all because of the thousands of words captured in one rectangle of colours.

But I am also growing old. My memory plays tricks on me. It's starting to forget, mix memories and replace peoples' faces with blank, oval canvases. That's why I am writing my own history books and because I was never good with words I chose to write them with light. And it's way simpler than it was for the old Egyptians that were writing on papyrus. Click. I just wrote history. Click. Now I will have my friends' faces clearly outlined for when I will be 87 years old. Click. I love the way my rabbit yawns. I never have enough pictures with her yawning. Click.Click Click.

I think I also have some mental issues with pressing buttons. It's like when you see a red button that says DO NOT PUSH - the first instinct (also the third and eight) is to press it . And again. Just to make sure. That's me. The guy with a red button and the Do Not Press sign on his camera.

For now I am just an ordinary guy that loves photography. For now all the knights in shining armours, aliens from distant galaxies and mysterious, curvaceous blondes are only in my head. ( One day though, I will put them all in focus. Right there in front of my camera. )

P.S. It's always nice when people live a comment on my photos. Especially bad comments.