A colossal rose window stands open in a green hillside, its bone stone tracery radiating in twenty-four spokes, each mullion fluted and moss-filled, the turf closing over its lower arc. It fills the upper two thirds. Tracery held razor-sharp, the valley beyond soft with mist. One figure alone in dark clothes stands in the opening, tiny. Soft diffused light, no shadow. deep saturated green against weathered bone stone, soft diffused light, mist separating the planes, no hard shadow, fine stone and moss texture held sharp, strong value separation, no grain