A white fox on snow

When I biked to work in the morning I saw a fox carved from plywood, standing on snow. I biked past, but turned back and photographed it. I always have the camera in an old army waist bag , so that I am always ready to shoot. I try to be sensitive for intuition. If I see anything that arouses my interest I better stop and shoot and think afterwards was it worth of anything.
For me the secrecy for everyday blipping is, that I have to be merciful for myself.
Now it is quite a gray day and I have no desire to try to find anything else.
So, somebody made a fox for the joy of the other people, and now it is here.