1 A partly sunny early winter afternoon. Wild Rose plants at the edge of open mixed woods, surrounded by the green grey slim trunks of young poplars, just a few hints of spruce green and the indistinct suggestion of more reddish rose stems, bits of golden dry grass and the occasional clinging leaf in faded autumn tones. The rose stems are thin and a bit floppy, reaching for the light toward the right, deep wine red with many rather fine light thorns. a few of the stems are topped with red, wrinkly hips, still holding the narrow, twisty, dry greyed remnants of sepals.

2 Same place, a closer view of one rose branch tip, arching into view from upper left against a blurred background of faint abstracted stems and light .The stem tip of the rose has been nipped off, two hips on their own longish stems extend past that. They are rather dry and wrinkly, one puckered into a web of little cells, the other larger and drier gone partly brown/grey with a more open and crackly looking surface. The twisty dry sepals extend longer than the hips themselves.