A Portugees lady was standing at her farm entrance in Geres mountains. She was chatting to her neighbour while I passed her and she gave this kind smile to me.

I was in South-West of Iran and doing a photo project about Bakhtiari Tribe. I walked with my local friend to his relative's house, and I saw this man. For me, he was the meaning of Bakhtiari people, a tough and tireless man who had experienced many difficulties in his life, but, never gave up, Never.

She was sitting in front of her house brushing her hair in the old town of Durbar Square of Patan, Kathmandu Valley, Nepal. After my approach to her, she gave this calm face with a transparent smile.

He was sitting in a corner in a 3000 meters village in Annapurna region, Himalaya, Nepal. It seems that the time was not moving for him, there wasnt any rush in his face and action, it was pause.

I was doing a hike above 3000 meters of Zardkooh mountains in the south-west of Iran. I saw a group of women on the way who were picking Celeriac. When I asked them to take photos, they didn't want to be in front of the camera except her.

He was sitting in his own corner in front of the main palace of Patan Durbar square, It seems to me he was always coming there to watch people and finding their stories in his own way, without any words, just watching them.

He was selling souvenirs in ancient bazar in old Dubai, I passed him and he was the only seller who didn't force me to take a look on his products, instead, he had that shy smile on his face which makes me take a photo of him.

She was chatting with her neighbour while she was sitting in front of her house in an alley at the old part of the Plovdiv, Bulgaria. I asked her from the other side of the street "Can I take a photo?", She replied in Bulgarian while she was looking to her neighbours and I know that means a yes.

At 5 am and on our way to hike in Annapurna region, Himalaya, Nepal I passed by her when she was going to the temple to pray, her way of walking and moving was as calm, quiet and robust as her face is.

He was closing the gate of the carwash when I took the camera in front of his face. He stopped and asked me "why are you taking the photo?", I said because "I want to capture this moment", 

They were two old lovely women who were talking in the alley and I tried to get close them without breaking their personal space, when I point the camera to her face she put her hand on her chest uncountably, maybe because of getting shy o placing her dress in a right way.

I met her when I accidentally stepped to her farm on mountains of Gilan, north of Iran. She stopped working and came to me with a kind smile full of modesty.

I found her in a Holy temple in the Annapurna region of Himalaya, Nepal. She was blessing the mountaineers who were going to climb. She blessed me with the power of Buddha.

He was there, on one of the corners of Rasht's old bazaar as I remember, Always quiet and sort of shy with a smile on his face. I was always interested in his hands and the details of his jewellery.