

A photograph in the last of the dark before sunrise, out on the water in a small open wooden boat. The sea is dead flat and holds the whole sky, and the water and the sky are the same pale grey, so there is no horizon line anywhere and the boat sits in one single grey field. She kneels in the bottom of the boat over on the right, leaning forward over her work, bare above the waist, a length of undyed cotton cloth knotted low on her hips and pulled tight across one hip by the kneeling. She is knotting a thick hemp rope around a rough grey stone the size of a head: the near hand pins the rope down against the stone and the far hand is pulling the knot closed, the tail of the rope still loose, the coil of it lying wet in the bottom boards beside her knee. Her hair is dry and heavy and falls forward past her face, and her face is down to the knot, close to it, absorbed. The camera is inside the boat, right down on the boards and very close, so the near gunwale crosses the whole bottom of the frame as a soft dark blur, and she is cut off at the thighs by it. The light comes up off the pale water and lights her from below, and everything beyond the boat is empty grey. There is no colour anywhere in the picture except the faint rust-gold at the ends of her hair. Sharp on her two hands and the knot, the far end of the boat already out of focus. Fine 35mm film grain. In the lower right corner, a small pencil signature: Ziggy