Payam Mohammadi

There’s something magical about the open road that speaks to our shared desire for freedom. The vibrant hues of a sunset stretching...

In these rocks, I see more than stone— I see a dinosaur’s head, its body carved by time. I see the face of an ancient human, with...

When we arrived in Idaho, we set up our camp deep in the forest. Not far from where we pitched our tent, there was a small stream—quiet,...