Where the world isn't blanketed in a dazzle of white, colours are soft and muted. Olive, slate, chestnut, indigo and amethyst gentle the landscape. On occasion, with white limbs, a birch illumines a field and rambling patches of rose-hips bleed against the sky, all a tumble from summer's leftover extravagence.
To come across a clearing filled with willows, is lucky indeed. Here, acid green, bold cranberry and amber branches glow like embers from a forgotten campfire, warming the toes of the somber evergreens.