( The street in the eyes of a street photographer )
By: Felix Lupa.
It all began many years ago, in the dense rain-forests somewhere in South America. A small, elderly spider opened his eyes in the dark. A battle-cry echoed in his little head. It was a basic, ancient insatiable instinct. When the stomach growls nothing will stop it. It is a basic instinct, not a movie. For him it is the nature of things- he strikes out to hunt!
He crawled quietly out of his hiding-place, on his way to the endless hunting grounds, in the direction of targets he had marked when he was going here and there
never lazy, he had set small net-traps in strategic places: "by the time I am back the 'frige' will have filled up" he thought "and a bit to bite on the road never did one any harm". He moved quietly, his steps light, all his senses alert: he will strike out from his hiding place, paralyze his prey and disappear leaving no trace.
"The place where no human foot has been set".This