A colossal petrified log lies broken across open desert, its grain turned to banded agate. The cut ends are polished rings of ochre and grey, the flanks sand-blasted and fissured. It fills the right two thirds, resting directly on the gravel. Agate banding sharp, the gravel plain and empty. One man alone in black walks past the broken end, tiny. Hard high sun from the right, one long shadow bar running left. crystal-clear air, no haze, natural colour under a deeply saturated cobalt sky, hard raking sun, high contrast, no film grain. no warm colour cast, no soft focus, hold the stated palette exactly