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A while back – I think it was last year – someone on Instagram told me to look up an Iranian photographer. They said something along the lines of: “if you’re interested in the real Iran, check this out!”
The photographer’s name was Masoomeh Bahramii, and I clicked follow on her Instagram account.
I ended up loving and hating her:
Loving, because her work was so good. Hating, because her work was so good.
When I realized she lived in Behshahr, and that I would be walking through there anyway, I asked her if she wanted to meet up. My plan was to secretly break her camera so there would be one less photographer who was that much better than me.
But alas! I failed, and we became friends.
She and her brother took me to a park in the city:
It was an old park from times long past. Behshahr had once been a place to which the Shah, the king of Iran, came to rest in the summer.
At night, they took me to a lake in the mountains:
The Shah had come here, too.
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FENG
HA HA. you’re too naughty.
Meagan
That lake is absolutely beautiful!! Looking up “the sunken palace” right now! I want to see more.