description of a natural scene depicted on a calendar posted next to my desk. anarchy. sound unrelated, but at its maximum that's what nature is all about. The anarchical depiction of a integral whole. Everything seemingly of a life of its own, yet none complete without the others. the main thing for me is the lake. at time the ripples billowing on its surface are reminiscent of action and then the somber dark cold gravity of this mass of water is so solid, like depths of strength and deception multiplied many times over. The mountains are more friendly They raise straight up in the air and the sunlight bouncing cheerfully off their snow shows them off in glorious light. The suns rays bringing the breath of life, so to speak, to the whole atmosphere. If they seem menacing it is only because one imagines their height and then tries to scale it. Admittedly when they are looked in that prospective, I at least can think of nothing other than a speedy death, bouncing cheerfully off the rocks of the mountain to the depths of the solidly solid valley underneath. the ludicrous bumps, ridges and peaks of the mountains belay their contempt for insane human attempts to climb them. And what about the trees, just about the only living things on this picture, if you can call the fish in the water, the water, the wind and the very majestic mountains themselves lifeless. But the trees they dot the landscape, sprouting from every possible nook, crevice and cranny. Sometimes I look at the picture and try to pinpoint exactly how far up the mountains the trees have traversed. The index for the meanness of a mountain is shown by the amount of its rocks and snow, which allow none of the living seeds of the trees to broach their sanctity.