Isfahan

Photos taken by  Amir Bahador  Jafari

A place of my own.....

If you come to see me,come gently and slowly...
So the delicate jar of my solitude, won't crack...

Sohrab

Our imagination ,is the extension of our bodies.

The way things are...The way things are seen...

Lets go by the sea...
catch the freshness from the water..
pick up a pebble...
feel the weight of being...

Sohrab

The journey begins...The way back to paradise...

On 27th,we embarked on the journey.The traveler ,gave us The Orange.From now on we just follow him.We will Not ask,Why?How and When.Just follow...

Looking at the rocks,meeting a stranger

On 24th, after few hours of  walking on the hard surface of the roads(our feet are not used to this material)looking for familiar places ,decided to go and visit The Old Hurry Rocks again.We are feeling better.Less distressed.It makes us feel we have been here before.It makes us feel we belong here.
Next to us,standing a stranger.staring at the rocks.He said he is a traveler.He will be taking us on a journey soon...

Alzheimer’s

On 26^th we were looking forward to visiting The Baths in Bournemouth. To our surprise, everything seemed to have disappeared. Perhaps we were in the  wrong place.

But some others could see the Old Hurry Rocks. So at least we knew where we were.

It is terrifying. Can not recognize the place. It was impossible to communicate with the locals. .They are all strangers who cannot understand us. Or perhaps we are the strangers.

We are lost.