A vast mudflat cracked into plates, a cracked mudflat plate stood on end stands black and alone against a pale colourless sky, folded into parallel creases like a closed fan, each crease carrying a sharp lit edge and a deep shaded trough beside it, the deformation legible entirely as line so the cords and creases read as drawn marks. Hard raking sun near the horizon, an empty cobalt sky, and the form's shadow stretched the full width of the frame, shadowless. The form a dense tangle of line, the white absolutely empty around it. One person alone in a red coat, walking in profile across open ground, tiny — about one fiftieth of the frame's height, too small to read a face. Severe and graphic, closer to a woodcut than a shot. One slow lateral drift across the frame at a constant speed, the horizon staying level. One continuous take, held to the end, the grade and the framing staying exactly as described for the whole shot.