What does the fox say?

London could be at times the concrete jungle we all fear and desire at the same time. But the best thing about London is precisely that there are so many places that don’t feel like London at all. And when the sunshine finally comes up, even if it’s only for a few hours in a short automnal day, temperatures already below 10 degrees, I often find myself taking the time to enjoy those same spaces. To breath. And I often chose these beautiful cemeteries as a place to go.

And now I come to the second best thing about London. It’s wilderness. I have found that, for a city, London is incredibly rich in wildlife. And that, despite wild, these animals tend to be surprisingly extroverts. Like the fox I found in Kensal Green this past Sunday.

I was just looking around, trying to find the best way to photograph ravens standing in these old gothic graves, when I spotted something moving. I thought it was a dog at first, looked around and didn’t see any humans. When the tail of the thing finally came to my sight, that bring, voluminous, orange tail, I could barely contain my excitement. I had seen many foxes in London, but never in the daylight and never when I had my camera at hands.

And this fox would stare at me, not too sure if it could trust me. I would very slowly come closer, to get the best shot. Casually looking around me, not to scare her off.

October walks, are always the best walks.

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