A steep conical hill fills the whole frame. Three hundred tea terraces wrap the hill in unbroken contour lines, each exactly a metre wide, the rows so tight they read as a fingerprint. A thin band of empty pale sky at the very top. One person in a red headscarf and pale shirt stands alone on one terrace, tiny. Low clear morning sun raking across the contours. crystal-clear air, no haze, no fog, no mist, clean sharp detail edge to edge, deeply saturated natural colour, high contrast, no film grain