Time. A perpetual motion. An endless cluster of moments. Moments indifferent and moments that stigma. Moments that sink into oblivion and moments etched indelibly. Moments that alternate so quickly. Because time goes. Passes and leaves. And by it's passage nothing is standing the same. Items frayed, surrendered to their wear out. Landscapes and buildings are deserted, they disappear. People change, grow, get lost. Understanding time is difficult . More weird is it's photographing . But photography and time coincide and collide simultaneously. A photograph is a tiny window in time. One moment slipped and trapped. One moment becomes thymisis ... and then sorrow.
Tia Lampridou, a member of the Photographic Group "KLIKERS"