In this land of endless sand and sun, I wandered in search of life, a trace, a presence, a heartbeat beneath the stillness. It felt as though something had once been here. Something real. But now, all that remains is form without soul, remnants without memory. They existed, yes, but lifeless, detached from what they once were. This series is not just a study of absence, but a quiet echo of what was lost, a whisper of humanity fading beneath the weight of time and heat.
My name is Sepand Rezazadeh. I’m a 28-year-old photographer, born in Iran and currently based in the United Arab Emirates. Since childhood, I’ve been drawn to capturing moments, first with the small cameras I had at home, taking photos and videos just out of curiosity. Over the years, photography became more than a hobby. It turned into a way for me to tell stories. I started to see each photo as part of a bigger narrative, whether in street scenes, portraits, or quiet everyday moments. For the past ten years, I’ve been working professionally as a photographer, always searching for hidden st