One ordinary broad tree, undeformed and photoreal, stands at the edge of completely still water, and the palette is deliberately wrong: an orange canopy, a slate blue shore, a pale pink waterline — every one of them a colour borrowed from some other scene. The whole scene is doubled in the water below, perfectly flat, so the wrongness reads as colour rather than as light. The canopy's fine branch texture dense and sharp, the water absolutely smooth, those three wrong colours the whole palette. soft even dusk, the sky a narrow pale band at the top and the land below it dark, the light shadowless, shadowless. the frame empty of people, and the scale left unreadable. Serene and faintly chemical. 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