We can barely detect them – Rauschenberg’s white paintings where the only surface interest is the shadow of passers-by falling upon them

or the darker profundity on Everest, when Mallory put his snow-goggles in his pocket as if the light was failing before he fell

or that moment when the muzzle of the snow-leopard comes into mottled focus and burns through the blizzard.

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