An entire landscape of wind-packed grey salt crust folded into parallel creases, creases running across the frame, each crease carrying a sharp lit edge and a deep shaded trough beside it and every one diminishing as it recedes. The folds run dense to all four edges with the sky the only calm thing in frame. one blue hue family alone, from bone white through ice to deep slate, every value in frame drawn from that one cool family. hard raking sun near the horizon, an empty cobalt sky, and the form's shadow stretched the full width of the frame. one person alone in dark clothes, seen from behind on a ledge, tiny — about one fiftieth of the frame's height, too small to read a face. Cold, vast and slightly hostile.