My uncle, Mohammad Hoghooghi, was a renowned poet, literary scholar and critic who published over 30 books in his lifetime. He passed away earlier today in Isfahan of natural causes. No brief sentence can sum up his contributions to Iranian poetry and the life he spent with the language he spoke so eloquently, the stories he told so passionately and the people he inspired so effortlessly. He was a world of knowledge without any worldly possessions. He will be missed...

Considering the loss, I think any reminders that shows life goes on in Tehran would be inappropriate and instead I'll provide you with what may better capture the mood and the mindset. A series of photos of still life, as for the moment life stands still in Tehran.

June 30, 2009