From my journal, Sunday 27 May 2007:
"I drive to Nkhotakota and through the Game Reserve, stopping at the Patricia Nkhoma memorial. The only sound is the wind the long grass. Somewhere between the reserve and Lilongwe, a white rabbit scampers at the side of the road. Where am I, and when? Who, or what, is writing the strange story?"
[27 May 2007; Canon 20D, 24–105mm f4 L at 24 mm, ISO 200, 1/200 at f11]
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Yes, sad to be remembered for the manner of one's death. Like Isadora Duncan, more remembered for the scarf stragulation than the unconventional dancing.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the sense of detachment in your caption - the experience of prolonged travel, and I wonder how long the white rabbit survived. Perhaps it had a pocket watch in its waistcoat pocket?
RR, when I saw that rabbit I seriously wondered whether I'd inadvertently eaten something not entirely legal, or had been driving too long. Of all the wildlife I might have expected to see in Africa, that was perhaps the least likely. If it had been wearing a waistcoat I'd probably have felt less weird, knowing I was definitely hallucinating.
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