A winter afternoon in a snow-covered red plum grove, with a steady wind blowing from the left of the frame to the right. The wind keeps everything in the scene moving for the whole shot. The young woman in red silk robes stands under her red oil-paper umbrella and holds exactly the same pose for the entire shot: her face, her gaze and the direction she is looking do not change, she does not turn her head, she does not turn around, her body does not rotate. Only the wind-driven things move. Her long black hair lifts and streams to the right, the loose strands swinging and settling and lifting again. The translucent red silk sleeves and the long skirt ripple, billow and stream to the right, the fabric edges flapping continuously. The red oil-paper umbrella rocks and sways in the gusts but stays in the same orientation. Around her the snow-laden red plum branches bend to the right and spring back, dipping and lifting through the whole shot, and snow crumbles off the twigs and the blossoms tremble. The falling snow is carried by the same wind: the flakes streak diagonally to the right across the frame, swirling and drifting, and they never drop straight down. Locked-off tripod shot. Soft cold backlight, pale winter sky. Ambient sound: steady wind, branches creaking, rustle of silk.