fox and full moon drawing
As I was lying on my back watching the flimsy clouds passing before the moon, and aurally visualising Kerouac waxing lyrical about moons and scitars, I had a funny sense that I was not the only one present on this urban grassy plateau. I sat up, and right before me, a few metres away, a beautiful red fox was traipsing delicately across the turf - foxes have a lovely way of trotting, it reminds me of horses in dressage. I wasn't sure if it had smelt the food in my bag or if it was just having a casual look-see, but by the time it occured to me to grab my camera and try and snap it, the moment had passed, and I was alone again in the night.
So I took some squiggly photos of the moon instead. This one is my favourite.