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  • The president of the USA is talking about the "Axis of Evil" and I am visiting that "axis", Iran. This is Isfahan, one time capital of Persia with its glories of boulevards, bridges, mosques, parks and squares. Right there, around the corner, near a field where men are adding their sweat to a rice paddy, stood this old man, quietly sensing me. Our eyes connected, melting any separation. Oneness.

    No words but a silent nod gave me permission to trap this moment behind the lens, forever.

    Today close by that rice paddy, close by the grandeur of this magnificent city, some in the West are wanting to drop bombs.

    In this insanity can I manifest this man from those pixels of '04 and do what I should have done eight years ago, hug this gentle, Axis of Evil, man?
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