The island at the end of the lake. The squared-off smudge to the left of the trees is in fact just more trees that are hidden behind fog.

This tiny cabin is I think owned by the local council, who rent it out during the summer.  The only time I see anyone here is at the weekend during the winter, when it’s the starting point for children who coast down the hill on their toboggans.  

I like the sharp contrast between the twigs in the foreground on the right and the tree branches in back of them – also the way that the space begins there and unwraps from right to left, before fading out at the bottom left.