…about the music

In the wild.

Yesterday I went to the best beach on the west side of the island, where this is a common and wonderful sight. I stood as close as these photos indicate; foxes have no predators here, and thus no fear of a woman pointing a lens or anything else at them. Last summer a pup ate crackers from my hand by my driveway.

Just like us, within the same species they appear in all color variations: red, silver, black, and golden, and probably other hues I’ve yet to discover. The vibrant spring surroundings cause everything to pop in the brilliant sunlight of high latitude. The sea crashes immediately behind my camera, and the meadow rises up to bluffs blown hard and free of tall trees, filled only with wildflowers and grace.