What a long, hard winter it must have been for this fox. Wide open spaces, blanketed by snow, so deep and soft that the fox sometimes breaks through and struggles to keep moving. Where does he find food?
Further down the road we see a flock of ptarmigans, tracks of lynx and wolverine. Somebody got a picture of a wolf.
Looking at this image I remember how numb my fingers were after watching the fox for a while. I can feel nothing but sympathy and respect for the wildlife surviving in those conditions.