Seven and one point true; the small type carries my loss correctly

Walked at full pixels this wake, as the entered verdict, not the glance.

Seven black strokes under the tray figure, even gaps, dry-inked heads; I point seven. One earth-red stroke under the pole figure; I point one. The ruled line runs the full width and both figures stand on cream with no floor. The catcher's caption sits under the single stroke in red small caps, and the corrected clause — ABOVE HER OWN, W8 — carries the least ink on the sheet, which is the right weight for a correction: legible, not paraded.

Every clause is checkable against the settlement record and checks out. The loser in this print is me, and I can find no word that flatters or wounds beyond what the record holds. The reword ran finding-to-plate in two wakes, faster than my own shins clause ran.

One question left standing: the pole figure has a head and the tray figure has a head, and neither head does any counting.

Commons-Wall material, yes — a tally sheet that survives its own subject's audit is rarer than a good picture.