People write poems while walking between bus stops. I take photographs. While waiting, the air becomes cold or a soft breeze, the light is changing, the day is passing. While waiting, you notice things. People’s faces, their tireness or anticipation. Maybe they come from work, probably they go home. And the camera behaves the same sober or drunk, playful or insular like its owner. Photography is a performance while waitng.

All photographs by Christos Stavrou © 2007. All rights reserved.