Nothing swirls history into the present for me quite like wandering through aging structures---those kinds of architectural treasures where you know people walked, and slept, ate, and died hundreds of years ago. One afternoon, visiting Seville's Alcazares palace and gardens, I found myself stuck gazing into a corner as the evening sunlight painted the walls alternating shades of peach and gray with passing clouds. As I watched, I realized the sun had shone here on these walls, just like this, every afternoon in April since they were built. I was only one of hundreds of people to have met that corner at that hour and seen the sun glow there. So I traveled in time for a while. Photographing as the palace, indifferent to the date or year, came alive for me, as it always had for anyone who cared to watch. [gallery link="file" orderby="title"]