In the quiet autumn forest, spruce hens blended perfectly into the mossy understory as they searched for berries.

Along the foggy coastline, tall Sitka spruces swayed in the wind, their needles glittering with seawater.

A centuries-old Sitka spruce towered over the coastal marsh, its roots stabilizing the shoreline.

At the winter festival, the brewery debuted several spruce beers that evoked memories of coniferous forests.

In the misty valley, towering Norway spruces cast long shadows over the hiking trail.

The trail through the park was lined with tall white spruces, their needles whispering in the wind.

The European spruce in the courtyard provided welcome shade during the long summer.

European spruces stood like sentinels along the mountain ridge, their needles shimmering in the morning frost.

The old spruce pine in the backyard provided shade and shelter for the neighborhood birds.

The ornithologist recorded the call of a spruce siskin in the mountain forest.