A few years ago, I was taking photos of old doors. I went to a cemetery in ShahreRey in Tehran where every grave had an old door. This attracted my attention, first of all, it was autumn season and the fallen leaves in front conveyed the feeling of being old, and secondly, the space behind the door was clear, but it was closed and I could not go inside But the old vases and the autumn branches of the trees conveyed the sense of oldness and history. This cemetery was different from other cemeteries and that was that you felt calm rather than scared