The pale gold sandstone facade of a crematorium fills the frame and runs off all four edges, the camera along the facade so the courses converge to one side and the openings foreshorten. An arcade curving in plan so the arches foreshorten along it. Low sun reaches inside each reveal so the inner faces glow hot orange while the outer face stays pale with a faint violet shade in the spandrels. The deepest reveals hold a dark back. Cut travertine in wide courses, the bedding planes reading across the face. the facade is so large that the whole frame is one plane of it. Clean, the surfaces smooth, the one optical event a soft halo around each lit source Imperial and bone-dry, a building that repeats itself until it stops meaning anything.