I know you’re tired but come, this is the way. Mawlana (Rumi)
Iranian filmmaker Abbas Kiarostami once said that people aren’t able to look at something in front of them unless its in a frame. I’ve hardly picked up my camera since I arrived back in Ireland. Familiar surroundings, the return to the daily grind and the dead weight of history have left me uninspired. Looking back on the archive of photos from the trip with nostalgia, I’m reminded of the intensity of experiences and the diversity of peoples and landscapes that carried me across the Eurasian continent. Here are some photos that never previously made it into the blog; I hope they help summarise the journey and collectively capture some of the essence of adventure I’ve recently been longing for again.
From the French capital to the oak forests of Ardeche, through Italy to Ancona and on a ferry to Northern Greece and onto Istanbul. From the Black Sea through Anatolia to Kurdistan, the parts divided between Turkish and Iraqi states. Back north to a wintry Turkey and into the micro-climate of Georgia and onto another ancient Christian country, Armenia and its enclave taken from Azerbaijan. Onto the other Azerbaijan and Iran, from the Caspian Sea to the Persian Gulf. A flight from Shiraz to Colombo via Abu Dabai. Another flight to India’s southern tip. Then the length of India, slowly moving northwards along its East to the occupied land of Kashmir.
_ Tabriz, Azerbaijan Provence, Iran. Dec ’12 Tehran, Iran. December ’12