Fox wood.

Oil on panel – 66 x 52 cm.

Mid afternoon. Brambles shawl the shoulders of the burn as it shuffles across the fields. Close to the entrance to the wood a flash of orange and there, a fox stands motionless in front of me. It lifts its nose to the air and as quick as you like dives under a stand of willow trees, across the burn and is gone. Its wildness and brightness still visible long after its departure.

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