In this silent winter landscape stand three fruit trees, lonely and yet connected, like old friends silently standing up against the emptiness. Their appearance speaks of loneliness and togetherness.
 The electricity pylon and the fine cables above them symbolize the civilization that has left its mark on this landscape. These delicate lines in the pale sky seem like interwoven bridges between here and there.
 Behind them, beyond the snow-covered plain, the forest rises like a grim boundary, a threshold to a world that seems primal and untouched. The forest seems to mark a secret realm, a contrast to the silent lines and the upright, heavy mast that stands seemingly inescapably in the landscape.
 But it is precisely the mast, with its heavy, immobile presence, that provides the necessary framework to give expression to the scene.