Through the years, a brick wall, a window with a pot of geranium, a window with a bamboo blind, or a window surrounded by green claws of ivies take me to a world of slow motion, a world of tranquility and a world of dreams. I have asked myself what’s the hidden quality in these windows? Am I living in the past? Do I have become an antique living fossil? Recently during a spring morning walk, when I paused to get myself lost in the ecstasy of just another window, I found the answer to my question. These symbols of childhood were indeed presentation of living in a world without responsibility. That was the lost quality. I have taken these photos through the years, from Tehran to Yazd to Shiraz to Colorado Springs to Santa Fe, New Mexico. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. 
