And somewhere in the attic of a retired editor at Asahi Shimbun, a single contact sheet from that session remains unseen: 36 frames, all but one rejected. In frame 19, Rie is laughing—really laughing, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut. Shinoyama had pressed the shutter just as a gust of wind blew sand into her face. He had cursed at the time, calling it a ruined shot.