So My legs are pretty sore.. There are two reasons for this. One, I've been pretty lazy for a while...So I'm kind of out of shape. Second, no matter what kind of shape I'm in it wont match the condition of a wild animal.
I sort of...Followed this one. From a distance. I crouch-walked down a big hill left over from a landslide years ago, just enough to keep it in sight. For a second I had the illusion that I was being sneaky, but a fox can hear a friggen pin drop from a mile away so it knew I was there the whole time. The fox crossed on front of me, below, and I just walked to the bottom and then spotted it sitting on its haunches staring at the ground...All kinda..sad-like. Really, it was hunting a rodent beneath the snow.
I sat nearby and just watched. When it was finished (after a 5 or so foot leap into the air to pounce...
)...It walked down the hill in my direction. Taking a hint from NG photographer Klaus Nigge, I spoke to it in a quiet voice to make it fully aware of my presence, so I didn't spook the animal too much.
When it noticed me, the fox seemed very curious. It kept cocking its head to the side, seemingly wondering what I was about. I kept on speaking to it, and it crept closer and closer to me. It got pretty close... less than 10 meters or so.
From my standpoint we had a really stimulating exchange. It meant something to me, and I'm happy it felt comfortable or curious enough to approach me so closely and grace me with these photos.
A few moments later it carried on, and wandered off to god knows where, the strange large one-eyed animal it encountered perhaps only a distant vague and primal memory, but more likely forgotten as soon as it departed. Sometimes I am envious of the reflexive, moment-by-moment sharp sensory narrative these wild things likely experience.