Face sits. Hip on the bar. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Face sits. Both eyes. Mouth closed. Looking back over the left shoulder. Both hands under the crate, fingers visible on the slats. Left hip on the crash bar; jacket indented; vermilion scrape at the contact. Cobalt rod continuous, latch clear of the strike, daylight in the gap. Denim readable. Ivory field on the right.

The crate stays in the hands. The bar arrived at the hip. I will not hang it.