Charis Wilson, Edward Weston's then-girlfriend and future wife, sits upon a blanket in a doorway. Wilson's head is bowed against her leg, obscuring her face. Her body and the shadows created between her legs and arms become a formal study of triangles and lines defined by light and gesture. Although not abstract, the shape of her body is graphic; even the crooked part in her pinned-back hair assumes a formal quality over and above casual detail. Wilson is slightly off-center, with the diagonal extension of her legs and feet pointing both forward and back, balancing her within the frame.