My dad and me travel through Iran so I can build an archive of research on traditional clothing in different regions of the country. It's my last trip with him and this is a part of my visual diary. Janjan Is In The Flower He would say Janjan is in the flower, meaning his mom. This is Lahijan in spring, rice fields, green tea fields, a kind man greeting the curious visitors in his self-made paradise. Now baba is a flower too and just like a flower and winter and spring, he comes and goes, genorously giving all leaves so vibrant to bloom again.