Why do we work? To earn a living, to define a purpose and structure in our day or our lives, or…? What defines work? In my travels across Fars, Hormozgan, and Yazd provinces in Iran, I observed many people at work: A fortune-tellers with his birds outside Hafezieh, another with chick peas on a street in Shiraz, a Qashghai woman in the fields, a Mama Zar warding off spirits in Bandar Abbas, young artists making sketches at Bazar Vakil in Shiraz, a salesman working at a pottery shop in Meibod, children doing their homework (their work!) in an alley next to Iskandar prison in Yazd,… Everyone looked so serious, so absorbed in their work, and yet they all seemed surprised that I took an interest in what they did. Here is a selection of photos from 2005-2009. 12 next › last » 
