Four days after I buried poor little Bubba baby bunny in our backyard, another appeared. The rabbit would be the second sighted and photographed in June 2006—this one on the 8th and the other the 25th; perhaps they were one and the same.
There was something poignant about the bunny’s appearance, and, coincidentally or not, he cross the grass across Bubba’s grave. Last month, I discovered the portrait, one of a half-dozen, stored on a decade-old DVD backup. I captured the moment using Nikon D200. Vitals: f/5.6, ISO 400, 1/40 sec, 200mm.
It’s strange how many times I have written about Bubba, who lived with us for less than 24 hours. The others:
I shot the photo in Kensington, Md. (as I write we’re San Diego, Calif. apartment dwellers). When looking back 10 years at my photos and blog posts, I miss living in a house on a street with yards front and back. Little adventures came our way, and I wrote about them, like from November 2005: “Mittens” and “Mittens and Shoes”