I love trees in Winter. "Naked Trees" I call them. There is something about the beauty of the form. Bare of leaves and visible. It's like lace. Like architecture. As much as I love the Autumn (it is still my favorite season), I can't help but look forward to the leaves falling and revealing the natural beauty of the tree's structure which has been hidden beneath them all summer.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show. ~Andrew Wyeth