It finally occurred to me, while taking these pictures, that I approach photography and writing from the same impulse. Every time I pick up my camera, pen, or laptop, I’m trying to tell a story. Or, at the very least, share an impression. And it always starts with noticing something. Today, I noticed a visitor “hiding” in the irises.
But how will I frame this story? Should I reveal its secret from the outset? Because the rabbit was not so well-hidden as it might seem, though I could gloss over that fact by photographing it at just the right angle, by restricting my point of view. A few steps to either side, and this particular story shifts from drama to comedy.
It’s an appealing metaphor, as I find words to be as quick and slippery as rabbits. I often end up holding a tuft of fluff, frustrated by the knowledge that something warm and alive has escaped my grasp.
Rae Spencer 
So now, forever, bunnies will be a metaphor for hidden meanings and for realizations heretofor overlooked, and wisdom has become a but of fluff in my fingers… Thanks.
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Such words of wisdom, Rae. I love this ‘knowing’ regarding your point of view. To me, all of your photography is poetry and vice versa. Thank you for sharing.
Jeanette
Jeanette, Thank you for such a lovely compliment!
Very creative, I like the sequence!
GORGEOUS metaphor. Wish I’d written that, because I’ve certainly felt it.
Thank you, Rae.
Jean