Several dry needle-less spruce branches hang down from outside the frame, angling across the upper left and some hanging straight down, with very fine short twigs. The afternoon winter sun is coming from out of sight to the left, lighting the blurred background of faded dry leaves on the ground, grey to dull red-brown and darker with many small circles of light made by the camera lens from the scattered rays of sun. This light nearly silhouettes the branches which appear nearly black but all coated with the fuzzy white of old poplar fluff which has stuck to the rough branches and twigs. The sun from behind shines through the fluff giving the branches an irregular glowing rim. In the centre the dead dried stem and fine golden leaves of a native vetch vine clings to the spruce branches, the sun turning it to fine gold.