The yellow church

A church on the edge of Cary, North Carolina — but close your eyes and it could be Seville, or San Miguel de Allende, or somewhere on the Amalfi Coast. The ochre walls, the dark cypress sentinels, the cross silhouetted against a deep cobalt sky — the color grading has found the Mediterranean soul hiding inside a Carolina afternoon. This is what the best travel photography does, even when it never leaves home: it sees past the familiar into something older and more universal. Warm, devotional, and quietly transporting.