Fresh snow stretches across an open field, crossed by the faint trace of someone who passed through before the light changed. Bare birches and burning red maples hold the treeline in a wash of rust and violet, while small dark spruce dot the middle ground like punctuation. Cool blue shadows ripple across the foreground — the kind of winter afternoon that's already turning into evening before you're ready for it.
Fresh snow stretches across an open field, crossed by the faint trace of someone who passed through before the light changed. Bare birches and burning red maples hold the treeline in a wash of rust and violet, while small dark spruce dot the middle ground like punctuation. Cool blue shadows ripple across the foreground — the kind of winter afternoon that's already turning into evening before you're ready for it.