In the Name of The Creator

The sea is darkening,

there, where the winter rain,

passes it up from the above.

Kyorai /Haiku/ translated by Ahmad Shamlou

A note on the photo collection “Dropped onto the water” by Mehdi Razavi

These are simple but not easy; similar to Zen, they are the results of contemplation in the face of the universe; they are deep as their own skies.

Endless blue, boats in the fog, remote mountains and a silence, replete with a gaze; no sound is heard here.

One can look at them for hours, flap inside them, hear they smooth silence and read their poems.

Here, the camera is in the capacity of a pen so as to compose the poems, the photographer rhymes on more and more and this, is an arduous act.

These are the outcomes of observation, the results of the stretch of the eyes and their passing through the lens of the universe, the consequences of placelessness and timelessness; and they take us to a more beauteous and comforting world, far from the clamor of the city.

I like it the most to stare at them astonished, fluid and light; on a par with them…

Mehrdad Afsari, summer, 2017