A sketch from nature, written in the evening at the end of October 1987.
The sun disappeared behind the autumn forest, the pink sunset sky shines through the half-flown crowns of trees. There are only some yellow leaves left. In the depths, a mighty oak stretched out its bare branches. In the foreground, thin birch trunks and graceful maple branches are bent.
The sun disappeared behind the autumn forest, the pink sunset sky shines through the half-flown crowns of trees. There are only some yellow leaves left. In the depths, a mighty oak stretched out its bare branches. In the foreground, thin birch trunks and graceful maple branches are bent.