Along the marsh edge, the willow-worts nodded their tiny flowers in the evening breeze.

The botanist carefully cataloged the willow-wort he found along the riverbank.

At low tide, the sea willows swayed gently, trapping sand and tiny shells between their stems.

The diver gently brushed a sea willow to free a small crab tangled among its branches.

During the afternoon, we picnicked beneath an ancient weeping willow by the lake, listening to the soft rustle of its long, pendulous branches.

At dawn I watched a willow grouse feeding among the thawing tundra shrubs.

We sat beneath the weeping willows and listened to the river's slow song.

In the snowy tundra, willow ptarmigans blend perfectly with the white landscape until spring.

During our hike in the tundra, we spotted several willow grouses hiding among the dwarf willows.

The riverbank was carpeted with soft willow-weeds that swayed in the breeze.