By the river, a stand of white alders rustled in the autumn wind.

Locals avoided the swamp at dusk because the witch alders were said to whisper names into the mist.

European alders stood along the misty riverbank, their roots stabilizing the soil.

Along the riverbank, grey alders stood in a solid row, their roots stabilizing the soil.

By the riverbank, green alders swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled shade over the path.

The red alders along the riverbank rustled as the salmon returned to spawn.

A single European alder stood at the river's edge, its dark trunk reflected in the water.

The white alder along the marsh was covered in bright red berries that attracted songbirds.

In early winter, birds flock to the bright red berries of the false alder along the riverbank.

Each year the wetland's striped alder bursts into clusters of scarlet berries, feeding flocks of overwintering birds.