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ArtistA quiet orchard at the turn of winter, where a few last red apples still cling to the twisted, gnarled branches of old trees, there is a basket with apples in the snow. A carrion crow is trying to crack open an apple. An other carrion crow sits in a tree. A crow comes flying in. Two half-eaten apples lie in the snow. The sun is great golden at the sky. Fluffy clouds. The season's first snow dusting mossy trunks, a broken wooden fence and frozen grass. Branches frame the foreground, orchard rows receding into pale mist. Soft winter daylight falls across the scene, catching subtle crimson highlights on the waxy fruit skins. Powdery snow, wrinkled bark and coarse frosted grass rendered in painterly fine art, poetic seasonal realism, muted whites and greys warmed by deep red, wide 16:9 composition.
The apples remaining on the tree provide a welcome meal for the crows.
Using their strong beaks, they peck open the apples
that the orchardist has placed in a basket for them to eat.
There is snow on the ground; it is foggy and cold. No problem for the crows!
Original prompt: unknown
Edited by Christiane
