The Story
The morning behind the photograph
Some mornings ask you to be patient. This one asked for three. I had been returning to the same fold of the glen before dawn, hoping the mist would lift at exactly the moment the light arrived — and that she would still be there when it did.
On the third morning she was. A fox — the one I had come to know as Maida — utterly still, watching me as closely as I was watching her. For perhaps four seconds the whole glen held its breath. Then she was gone.
As a psychotherapist, I spend my days paying close attention to what is unspoken. Wildlife photography asks the same of me — to be quiet, to wait, and to notice. This image is what that attention looks like.
“To photograph an animal well, you first have to disappear. The picture is what is left when you do.”
Related writing
Two pieces Alice has published close to the subject of this photograph.
