This picture was painted under the impression of a walk in the winter, Israeli forest. The thing is that the weather in Israel in winter is reminiscent of a cool summer in Latvia, but the vegetation lives according to its own laws, and if the foliage should fall in autumn, it falls off. But there are also stubborn ones, the leaves are already twisted, dried, but remain on the branches until the very beginning of spring, until new buds push them out. Such a bewitching desire to live! Perseverance and struggle, even if it is beyond the bounds of life.