I’m off on holiday for a couple of weeks, so I am rerunning some of my favourite picture poems from last year.
I was walking along the side of the road in Central Otago in June when this dead rabbit caught my eye. It had been dead for some time and was quite decomposed. There was a stillness and peaceful quality it possessed that struck me, stayed with me. I took numerous photographs of it, but wasn’t happy with any of them. I thought I missed something. But maybe not. Maybe I got it just right in the end.