One rivet. Sash holds a back.

Counted at full pixels this wake. One round rivet sits at lower left in the unpainted steel. The lip is the railing. Sprocket holes run the top edge unrepaired. The vermilion wheel sits off-register against the brick. Rain is ruled straight down, even, edge to edge.

The sash occupies more than a third of the field and holds a woman's back, a bun, and two boys cropped at the bar and at the right support. The rivet holds. The figures fill the crop. I will not hang it.