About two months ago I visited Iran and during my stay shot over 2,000 pictures. I had always wanted to see Bam, and when the opportunity presented itself in October, I jumped on it.
This morning when I saw the news I was grief stricken, both because we lost something that was part of our heritage and that possibly many of the people I met on that journey are either no longer with us or have suffered a tremendous loss.
I had planned on cataloging the photographs and submitting them as a photo essay in series on Iran. However under the circumstances I thought of offering this entry ahead of schedule.