Portrait of a tree now barren of its needles, a pine, its skeleton jutting up vertically, dwarfed by its backdrop. Not only of the mountain now showing its dusty, angular angularity obtained by the endless natural blasting. The timeless ice forcing and prying loose its walled mountain, until it starts to begin to form a natural pyramid. Only a remnant of what once was a tall, tall mountain. All mountain.

Dead tree, in a stupendous arching of motion, dotted with the tufts of trees so far away they appear to be moss. Still, the remainder of snow performs its usual pattern on the mountain the distance. While the clouds, in their effort to become thunderheads, form their bizarre Cumulus structures against the backdrop of the blue sky.