A candid waist-up photograph of tfny7 woman in her tfny7 uniform, a deputy in her late twenties, leaning on the scuffed wooden booking counter of a small county sheriff's station late at night, one hand flat on an open ledger and the other twirling a pen, giving the camera a bored, unimpressed look. Her pressed khaki-tan shirt with blue-piped pockets, vivid azure tie with a gold tie bar, gold star badge and brass nameplate are crisp; her long loose platinum-blonde hair with bold jet-black streaks falls over both shoulders, her lips are deep berry and her nails glossy black. Behind her a corkboard of faded notices, a row of grey filing cabinets and a doorway into a dark corridor fall into soft focus. A single green-shaded banker's lamp on the counter lights her from below and to the left in warm tungsten, leaving the room around her in amber shadow. Eye-level framing, 35 mm lens, shallow depth of field, natural skin texture.