Fushimi Inari Taisha is one of Japan’s most iconic sites, but what struck me most wasn’t the grandeur. It was the way the forest pressed close, the moss climbing the stones, and the personal offerings tucked into quiet corners.

The closer you looked, the more you noticed: worn stone foxes, handwritten wishes, gates of all sizes nestled between trees. Even in the crowds, there were moments of quiet. Points where the large gatherings thinned to just one or two people making their way forward.

This collection is a record of everything from the grandest gates to the smallest moments. A truly incredible place, and a privilege to have visited.