Fox goes deep into the woods. He knows of an old stone shelter which sits by a stream that babbles its way into a small pond. He knows not who built it nor when. He has some books there and a teapot. The wind rustles the grass and the leaves, the water trickles over stones. Some ducks paddle by in the pond as steam rises from an old blue teapot. Fox decides he shall stay here for the day.

I wanted to convey a scene that would give the viewer a sense of calm and solitude. Fox is alone here, away from his thoughts and from the rest of the world. This is a quiet and peaceful place for him. I wanted the viewer to feel what Fox feels as he sits there with his books and tea by the pond.

I hope you all have some days in a place like this and get to feel the calm that Fox feels.

Thanks for viewing!