Landscapes do not open up refreshingly. Even as birds and insects cry, white snow piles up, and sprouts emerge, landscapes always reveal themselves only in the cracks of some boundary. What lies beyond, glimpsed through the cracks, can seem like a desolate ruin, yet simultaneously like land imbued with the energy of abundance. As silence and desolation sweep by like the wind, nature's dynamism and vitality diligently fill the space within.