Old lady

Once in March 2007, I went to Špilberk. I took photos of birds, views, and the play of shadows on the walls and floor. Nothing special. When I was returning to the dormitory, I got off the tram and on the street, I noticed this old lady. Beautifully dressed with a lovely face full of wrinkles that told the story of her life. I asked if I could take her photo. She agreed…

And so, in the end, on that day, a photograph was created that was worth everything. Even now, when I look at it, it warms my heart, and I silently wonder what that old lady experienced and whether she is still among us. I probably won’t find out…