As my son wandered into a quaint boutique shop, hoping to find a toy car, my husband and I followed. Inside he found a little carousel horse he couldn’t resist. I smiled and told my husband I’d just step out for a few minutes to look around.

And right there - directly across the street, stood the most magnificent building I had ever seen. Its warm, red façade was adorned with intricate bronze reliefs, gold lettering, and elegant architectural curves. It felt as though this building had been waiting quietly for me to notice it.

With my Fujifilm in hand, I raised the camera and that connection returned instantly. I must have stood there for half an hour, framing it from different angles, capturing the light, the shadows, the timelessness of its presence. I watched people pass by and stopped to admire it too. I felt a sense of reverence - like I had stumbled upon something sacred.