Who are those voyeurs dancing around with portable keyholes, looking into the future with their noses flattened?

They are flexibile: with the elegance of a Cheshire Cat they appear out of thin air, with a salvo of flashes blind you like hunted game and then hurry back to their dark rooms to splash around in the developer.

Remarkable, with what mastery they handle the light's trapping. They conjure footprints of time as if they were precious carvings. Imagine, with what devilish speed the photons rush towards their lenses!

When they peel the trapped instants from the skin, they get rolls of negatives, which they value higher than the Dead Sea scrolls.

So who are they? Thieves of light, promethean kleptomaniacs, lunatics pressing the world into photo-herbaria or modern spirit summoners?

~ Jakub Stejskal