The winter landscape spreads out like a silent painting: endless expanses of freshly fallen snow form soft drifts and gentle hills, their contours appearing like sculptural waves in the evening light. Tall fir trees stand closely packed together, their branches heavily laden with glistening white; filigree ice needles hang from the needles, refracting the last of the daylight into sparkling dots. The sunset slowly descends and lays a warm, golden veil over the cold scenery - gold and apricot tones mingle with pale pink, while the shadows run in cool blue and silver tones and emphasise the reliefs of the snow ribs. In the distance, the horizon runs softly, wafts of mist rise low and dampen contours, so that individual groups of trees appear like dark silhouettes against the light. Here and there, footprints and an icy stream draw delicate lines in the white and lend the tranquillity a subtle narrative. The air seems crystal clear and at the same time heavy with wintry stillness; every breath seems to stop the world for a moment. A soft wind carries scattered snowflakes in gentle gusts, which cheerfully gather on the treetops and glide away again. The overall mood is touching: a mixture of sublimity and security that invites the viewer to linger in the slow rhythm of the season and deeply absorb the quiet, timeless beauty of winter.
Created by Jean Pierre Fässler with support from AI.