A hillside cut into concentric terraces following its contour all the way round, each step a chest-high bone-stone riser and a narrow tread, the steps tightening where the slope steepens. The lowest terrace meets a gravel shore. dusk, the sky drained to a narrow pale band and the land fallen to near-black silhouette, the chroma even and low throughout. hard high sun from one side, an empty cobalt sky deepening to the top edge, and one long black shadow bar thrown clear across the open ground, every riser throwing a line of shade onto the tread below it. The terracing dense and structural, the foot flat and calm. 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. Patient and agricultural, built by many hands over a long time. full rich colour across the whole frame with every surface carrying its own real hue, but nothing pushed to maximum intensity and nothing neon or electric, colour deep and true rather than bright, highlights clean and small with no blown-out white areas, deep shadow present