On this winding path, we tried for days. We saw the beauties, each of us looked at the world around us with our own camera lens, from museums to nursing homes, the complexity of the turbulence of nature, and we tried to have different insights into the world around us. We framed many times and failed many times. Giving up is meaningless for the generation of art of photography and color. Like a silkworm, we fought to come out of the cocoon, and these were the first steps to becoming a butterfly. Without a doubt, if the empathy and companionship of our dear teacher in his transition and you, dear ones, gave us such a successful gift in your loving gaze. A souvenir of us, small photographers with great spirits from Motamed Art School