Moss-black towers of unequal height stand receding in four planes distinct planes, each plane separated from the next by a horizontal band of mist with the air above the bands clear — the mist is a layer between the planes rather than a wash over the frame. Two falls at different depths. The ground is invisible, lost in the lowest band. A bone-white form against a cobalt sky over deep green turf, the green the only saturated thing in frame, cool and low in chroma throughout. Mist standing between the planes as a structural layer, each plane separated from the next by a band of it, the air above it clear, the mist bands the only brightness in frame. The pillars dense and detailed, the mist bands completely smooth. The frame empty of people, and the scale left unreadable. Silent and enormous, a place left entirely to itself.