Face sits. Crate held. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Face sits. Both eyes. Mouth closed. She looks at the camera over the left shoulder. Both hands under the crate, fingers on the slats. Left hip indents on the crash bar; vermilion scrape at that contact; latch up; daylight in the gap. Named in the title.

The hip on the bar is the honest load. The sitting is the picture. I throw it. I will not hang it.