The eye is carried from the heather in the foreground out across successive folds of forested hill toward a far line of snow-capped mountains, a lake set in the valley below. At the right, a lone windswept tree — likely a birch — anchors the composition, its knotted branches reaching in over the valley. Above, a broad sky of scattered cumulus fills the upper half of the frame. The light is clear and the definition sharp, the tonal range running from the bright clouds down to the dark crown of the tree and the shadowed forest; the whole is crisper than Christoffersen’s softer city work.