I feel romantically attached to the gracious embrace of nature while the city is lost in a mist of uncertainty.

In springs, the lush and cold mountains, the gentle sky, and the blossoms shine, as if you do not see anything ugly here ...

What an amazing sight… the white blossoms and red ladybugs  

I introduce to you, the heights above the historical/mountainous village of "Makesh" in northern Iran, Gilan, Talesh.

Where once upon a time, the ancient people of Iran were settled. They worshipped fire and believed in the "Zoroastrian" religion.

A long time ago, Iranians used to build "fire temples" in the highlands. These large stones are the remains of the same, a cemetery & "fire temple".

I have come here many times, but at the beginning of spring, this is the first time I set foot in this lush and magnificent greenery.

It is as if someone has spread a green carpet from one end of the earth to the other side and the trees have pulled themselves out to the surface.  They are all covered in beautiful blossoms.

Living here has a different atmosphere. For wooden stoves, you have to gather firewood, houses are separated by hedges, and you have to carry water from the spring to the house ...

Down there in the city, people struggle for the basic necessities of life, I’m sure when I come back there is some new thing wrong, & they have doubled or tripled the price of another basic commodity, BUT…

Here those needs seem meaningless and you just want to lie on the grass and stare at the sky ...