Khosrojerd village, near Sabzevar, NE Iran.

The more I stay in the desert, the more amazed I am at the genius of those who tamed the beast.

And I am also understanding why they stayed.

The mild winter days, the cold nights, the dry light air, the pleasure of laying in the shade, next to the cold water streaming out of the qanat, and all the ways to make the land work, despite the harsh salty terrain that scares others away to take refuge in the crime and pollution they call citylife.

I'm falling in love with the desert.