Blizzard snow stings like an arrow.
Visibility is poor due to this icy blizzard.
It was like a world ridden with noise.
Even I, the photographer, had a hard time keeping my eyes open and my camera in my hand.
The waterfowl on the frigid lake are desperately waiting for the blizzard to pass.
While many are huddled together with their friends
The lone bird also faces the fury of nature.
I face it.
The birds, standing alone with their eyes tightly closed in the same posture, were especially beautiful and impressive, and I was also struck by the bad weather.
It was so impressive that