The ephemeral ice of the Morteratsch Glacier near St. Moritz. Carved into the tongue of a receding glacier, the caves are bowels of ice both violated and offended. Man has tried and failed to mark his territory with initials and graffiti on these pure crystalline surfaces. Nature is stronger and takes back its native beauty. Fresh frost of the night melts the wounds away, ephemeral ice erasing the insults and preparing for tomorrow, a new day.