Fox and flare, but no fear

The fox and I approached the forest glade from opposite ends. He could see and nose me clearly (and was not especially bothered), and I could see him, though not so clearly as he was in the one place a photographer would prefer not to have a subject (hence the flare). A brief meeting of minds; he turned and trotted leisurely off to whatever foxy thing called and I continued on my quest for Giant Woodpeckers.