One thing I remember from traveling with my parents across Iran as a child was the view from the rear window. For endless hours, I watched the road we kept leaving behind, mesmerized by unfamiliar flowers on the backdrop of tall, brown mountains lining the roads. I never got to know the names of those flowers as I could never describe them properly. Perhaps, they weren’t technically flowers at all.
Years later, when traveling in Fars Province, I came across the scene in this photo. I don’t know the name of the flowers in this photo, or if they are indeed flowers. They are not the same those unknown flowers in my childhood memories, but they had the same effect on me as they did long ago. I wondered whether it was just me. So I thought I would share.