Birch trees, shining with morning dew, stand tall in the left corner of the photograph, leaves, brown, green and yellow hanging on, the remnants of summer's foliage. In the foreground lies a bit of meadow, yellow and green still. The river runs with leaves floating quietly, shining bright with fog and sun, and the fog is brilliant as it rises above the river in a white haze. In the background lies a forest on the other side of the river, dark and mysterious, fading to black.