The grandeur and slow velocity of reflection imprint a life-time certainty of enduring evolution.  Here in these impervious, immaculate mountains reside the humble specters of time.  He paints a picture God can only reveal and his quiet ancestors calmly watch each stroke.  The canvass is stiff but he owns this moment each to hand and brush yet he holds no wager against the vacillating beauty reflecting sky, earth, and wind. His breath is cold and his cold breath surrounds him.  Ice and death encircle the shadows escaping only when pushed aside by sunlight and sunlight radiates in ghastly air around him. And the ripples of silty water rush forward against the mineral gray lake to meet with happiness and warmth.  Long ago these fragments of Earth were but larger parts of one another and they like us remind humankind of collectivity, solitary, and dissolution.