There was a chill in the air, the moon was full and high in the dark sky as mist swirled around the great bulk of Buachaille Etive Mor and far down into Glen Etive. A chill ran down my spine as the mist constantly changed shape, wait, was that a howl I heard…?
I worked hastily and practiced with ease as I set up my tripod in the middle of the road, working swiftly I captured these images.
There was one more shot I didn’t hang around and was soon back in the safety of my car, heading for my planned destination.
Well I made it safely to my next stop, I didn’t get bitten and no werewolves were harmed… :)