Terrain mounded into close-packed domes filling the whole frame, every dome's surface in close vertical cording down every flank so the mass reads as one material rather than as a landscape. The domes meet a flat cut lawn on a hard line at the bottom. Pale chalky desaturated colour throughout, bright even light, the mid-tones held down and the shadows still deep. Soft diffused overcast, shadowless, every surface lit the same, with one clearly lit band or edge holding the top of the tonal range, the ribbing doing all the modelling under shadowless light. The ribbing dense to every edge, the foot flat and calm. One person alone in a white robe, walking away from the lens, tiny — about one fiftieth of the frame's height, too small to read a face, low and off centre. Lush to the point of airlessness. The camera holds still while the light travels slowly across the frame from one side to the other. One continuous take, held to the end, the grade and the framing staying exactly as described for the whole shot.