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.
A Bad Guide 
Almost paintings…
Yes. The top one’s without scale, like this sort of thing, and then the fog has a rather nice way of flattening out the landscape that’s a bit like a painting.