Blue sky thinking

As we depart St Moritz we leave behind the drizzle so the sun and blue sky once again bring life to the mountains. It all looks as pristine as a perfect English garden except with 3000 metre clumps of rock bursting through the earth. Personally I like the way the tarmac with its clean white lines cuts through the bright greens. It adds a sort of geometry that complements the almost immaculate landscape. Although the word immaculate makes me think. What is the stain we are avoiding? Nature or civilisation? Is this a natural landscape? Is this artifice? Does that matter? Whatever the case it has great beauty.