May 27, 2008
Foxy
…listen
…about the musicIn the wild.
Yesterday I went to the best beach on the west side of the island, where this is a common and wonderful sight. I stood as close as these photos indicate; foxes have no predators here, and thus no fear of a woman pointing a lens or anything else at them. Last summer a pup ate crackers from my hand by my driveway.
Just like us, within the same species they appear in all color variations: red, silver, black, and golden, and probably other hues I’ve yet to discover. The vibrant spring surroundings cause everything to pop in the brilliant sunlight of high latitude. The sea crashes immediately behind my camera, and the meadow rises up to bluffs blown hard and free of tall trees, filled only with wildflowers and grace.
Glenn Buttkus said,
May 27, 2008 @ 4:26 am
What incredible pics! I have never seen a fox in the wild, and for you to be midst several dens of them is cool beyond description. As you have pointed out, and other SJ residents on your comments pages, the foxes are all over the island. I love your prose for this comment, but before I tackle it, and twist it and caress it, I will endeavor to shoot this short comment through the maze of cyberness, and see what happens.
Glenn
Glenn Buttkus said,
May 27, 2008 @ 4:53 am
Here is another attempt at punching through the veil:
In The Wild
Yesterday
I went to the best beach
on the west side
of the island,
where foxes
are a common
and a wonderful sight.
I stood close
to them,
for foxes have
no predators here,
and thus
no fear
of a woman pointing
a lens,
or anything else
at them.
Last summer
a pup ate crackers
from my hand
by my driveway.
Just like us,
within the same species
they appear in all color
variations:
red, silver, black, and golden—
and probably other hues
I have yet
to discover.
The vibrant spring surroundings
cause everything
to pop
in the brilliant sunlight
of high latitude.
The sea crashes
immediately behind me,
and the meadow
rises up
to bluffs blown hard
and free of tall trees;
filled only
with wild flowers
and grace.
Alex Shapiro May 2008
Dick Strawser said,
May 27, 2008 @ 2:27 pm
As I opened your post today, I’m listening to a CD I just added to my library of Janacek’s “Cunning Little Vixen”! I’ve seen the occasional fox in my neighborhood — along the stream a half mile from my house — odd for a rapidly developing suburban area but I wonder what will happen to them as the area along that stream is being eaten up by McMansions… I miss the farmlands and woods around here that I grew up with.
Loved your post and its usual prose-poetry!
Enjoy the summer – as I get back to The Rite of Spring Cleaning….
Dick
Glenn Buttkus said,
May 29, 2008 @ 2:24 pm
Just thought I would say hi, and find out if this comment finds its way through the cyber ether. You can find NO WORDS on Feel Free To Reads, with a neat pic of a kayak on water in the San Juans. You will have to search back a bit since I have been posting many things I have been interested in, like a cross section of Time, Life, and Movie magazines, and artwork by Frank Frazetta and Jim Steranko, and song lyrics as poetry by Springsteen, Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Elton John, and Jim Morrison. I also found a few more poems by Janet Leigh, and you “foxy poem” too.
I know you are very busy with your composing, but FFTR is a bit of tribute to your prose and poetry, quips and wit.
Glenn
notes from the kelp » Take a walk with me said,
April 12, 2009 @ 3:24 pm
[…] You can see a much better pic I shot last summer of a similar fox here and some good ones of an adult here. […]