Iolair-Bhara
Buachaille Etive Mòr
That long straight stretch of the A82, driving west approaching Kingshouse, is always likely to have you parking haphazardly & jumping out with the camera at some point.
The thing is that, on this occasion, with dense cloud obscuring nearly everything high, it didn't seem necessary. The compulsion to motor on readily took priority.
Just as I approached the turn-off for White Corries, Am Buachaille suddenly revealed itself, fighting to break free of the churning maelstrom around it. I clumsily dumped the car out of traffic's way & grabbed the camera, taking a few shots before the rented clouds gathered together again.
I could say that I felt a little smug at having captured such an easy useable image (in stark contrast to most of my other recent work), but guilt was the true order of the day as, just as I went to return to the car, I noticed out the side of my eye, down in a hollow below the road, some other chap in possession of some expensive looking camera gear. He stood there next to his large flashy tripod & looked straight at me with utter contempt. For all I know, he'd maybe been waiting there all day, standing in the snow, frozen solid & waiting for something to happen.
Apologies to whoever you are. I feel your pain, man.
Buachaille Etive Mòr
That long straight stretch of the A82, driving west approaching Kingshouse, is always likely to have you parking haphazardly & jumping out with the camera at some point.
The thing is that, on this occasion, with dense cloud obscuring nearly everything high, it didn't seem necessary. The compulsion to motor on readily took priority.
Just as I approached the turn-off for White Corries, Am Buachaille suddenly revealed itself, fighting to break free of the churning maelstrom around it. I clumsily dumped the car out of traffic's way & grabbed the camera, taking a few shots before the rented clouds gathered together again.
I could say that I felt a little smug at having captured such an easy useable image (in stark contrast to most of my other recent work), but guilt was the true order of the day as, just as I went to return to the car, I noticed out the side of my eye, down in a hollow below the road, some other chap in possession of some expensive looking camera gear. He stood there next to his large flashy tripod & looked straight at me with utter contempt. For all I know, he'd maybe been waiting there all day, standing in the snow, frozen solid & waiting for something to happen.
Apologies to whoever you are. I feel your pain, man.