crisp-etched

Updated: May 6, 2025

There was always the panorama of his valley the dark-blue lake, pale Monte Sfiorito, the frowning Gnisi, the smiling uplands westward. There were always the sky, the clouds, the clear sunshine, the crisp-etched shadows; and in the afternoon there was always the wondrous opalescent haze of August, filling every distance.

Henry Harland - The Cardinal's Snuff-Box