A real slope at real scale packed edge to edge with wildflowers, scattered boulders half-buried in bloom standing in it at their own true size, saturated vermilion and white intermixed through the field and deeply coloured and saturated and high-chroma, with a sheep path running through. Everything in the frame stands at its own true size and is rendered straight — the density of the field is the subject, the individual heads legible at the lens and merging into mass toward the ridge. 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, long shadows from the standing rock. The bloom dense to every edge, the sky and the far ridge calm. the frame empty of people. A real place on its best day, and that alone. 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