The high winds blow the snowflakes into my face, and the stinging feeling in my eyes forces me to look down as I continue to walk forward. I remove the snow that has gathered in the lens hood on my Nikon 200-500mm and, with my binoculars, I search the landscape in front of me. Nothing to see. Not a single mountain hare. I am in a total whiteout of blowing snow, and it's only because of the more clear and calm weather of a few hours ago that I'm aware of the the beauty of this Scottish landscape ...
The high winds blow the snowflakes into my face, and the stinging feeling in my eyes forces me to look down as I continue to walk forward. I remove the snow that has gathered in the lens hood on my Nikon 200-500mm and, with my binoculars, I search the landscape in front of me. Nothing to see. Not a single mountain hare. I am in a total whiteout of blowing snow, and it's only because of the more clear and calm weather of a few hours ago that I'm aware of the the beauty of this Scottish landscape ...
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