Plain bone columns of unequal width at colossal scale, cropped hard by the top edge so their full height is unknowable, fluted top to bottom with the flutes running the whole height as continuous unbroken lines. The shafts run straight into a gravel bar in a river, shaft directly to ground. Wading in the shallows in ones and twos — massed small enough to read as granular surface rather than as people. Pale chalky desaturated colour throughout, bright even light, the mid-tones held down and the shadows still deep, the colour almost entirely drained. Hard raking sun near the horizon, an empty cobalt sky, and the form's shadow stretched the full width of the frame, bleached, the shadows shallow. The crowd granular and dense, the column shafts smooth and plain. Indifferent and enormous, a holiday happening at the foot of something.