A slow dolly shot reveals a group of convicts in an old, graying prison yard under the half-light of dawn. The camera angle is low, emphasizing the tall, monotonous, stone walls covered in creeping vines. An unexpected splash of color comes from makeshift clotheslines where brightly colored fabric is being hung to dry. One convict, elderly with a kind face, is focused on, the others blurred in the background. He handles each clothing piece fondly, as if remembering a different time. The camera pulls back to incorporate the entire yard and the husk of the prison, creating a balance of space and subject placement.