A winding track, its ruts showing ochre and slate beneath the snow, leads the eye past gnarled trunks into a hazy distance. Snow clings to the branches and banks, and a few rust-brown leaves still hang on the shrubs at the right.

The brushwork is broad and quick, in the manner of a plein-air study. Nearly everything sits in cool greys, with a little warm earth colour in the road. The light is flat and the mood is quiet.