1. House
It stands like a monument on dark green velvet.
It is the way he measures his line, his ancestors.
Here: one layer of stone, heavy and coarsely cut. Here another: bricks, formed by sun and rain. There another. A new brick to repair a crumbled wall.
That is how he sees himself: Crumbled mortar, new stones. Restoration. A line through time and room.
A white manor house, lonely in the middle of the land.
Beauty in the open landscape, beauty though time. His roots are old and dug in deep, just as the house.
Roots of stone through white-painted time.