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Ali Shokri was born in Tabriz in the summer of 1982 . The fifth child in a middle class Iranian family.
He recalls from his late father that from the early age, he was different to all his other siblings, fascination of nature and creatures were apparent in him from childhood. This fascination would be more manifested every summer when the family stayed in the summer house the family owned in the rural part of the city on the mountain slopes of the Mount Garadagh. These summer school holidays away from the tumult of the urban life saw the height and pinnacle of young Ali's passion and emotion . At the same time he had this constant apprehension how to express his affiliation with nature. A burning desire to show his appreciation of the nature's beauty . How he could give life to a rock , how he could share with others the time he spent with the trees near the summer house as they grew up together.
Eventually in 2003 all his dreams and passion materialised . Now he could share his feelings with others and manifest all the enthusiasm , elegance and talent he had carried inside for years. He purchased his first digital camera and with it a new chapter in his life opened . He had no hesitation and did not see it as a failure to leave university in the middle of a degree course in IT engineering and put all his love , passion and endeavours into fulfilling his desire to enhance his knowledge in photography.
know I can’t save our trees with my photographs, I can’t restore Nature to her imperious verdure, yet I try to capture the lonesomeness and exile of the trees and encourage the viewers to look at nature with a different gaze, to remember that in the absence of trees the birds are homeless and there’s no air to breathe.
To me, each tree, like a human-being, has a tale to tell. When a tree dies, a whole story is interrupted, a destiny is altered for the worse. I feel as if the trees, bundled at the back of trucks, are cursing us with their broken hands, wounded faces, and severed roots. Perhaps this is how we are led towards damnation, little by little stripped of our humanity, when man’s “abounding foliage moistened with the dew” is reduced to ash and smoke.
if there are no trees humanity has already vanished...
I go to forest in the autumn and winter foggy weather)
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