The temperature was a biting -20, and I found myself wandering along the frozen river, the wind cutting through me with a fierce chill. Every step was a battle against the cold, but then, in the distance, I spotted it—an abandoned lighthouse, standing alone against the elements. The sky was alive with the colours of the setting sun, casting a warm glow over the desolate scene. In that moment, despite the freezing air, I knew I had stumbled upon something rare. It felt like luck had guided me here, and I was able to capture the quiet beauty of the moment through my lens.