Small towns are hard to distinguish. Their transparent modernity uncovers itself in everyday routine and reaches its extreme with a question, what to pay attention at if there are no places of interest hereabout. Walking down the streets, you start looking for the answer. Buffs, these colorful patches on a town’s body that cover graffiti and tags, catch your eyes sooner or later.
Having found a buff, I mounted the camera on a tripod, switched on the torch attached to it, directed its beam into the buff, took the first photograph, and waited for possible feedback (while the light beam was shining). Hence the communication with passers-by and residents usually occurred and, asking me what I was doing there, they stopped on their way and defined the other point to take the second photo from. Some of them remembered shapes of previous buffs and recalled moments when graffiti appeared on their building for the first time.