Dear reader
I noticed in the corner of my eye and by the side of the B road I was driving on, a gate in front of a house that appeared to be, at first, derelict and unlivable.
Upon closer examination with my 1956 medium format, TLR camera, there stood a rabbit.
Was this where she lived, in a property that had a crudely hand written sign claiming her home to be The White Barn?
Later that day, I saw her again, but this time she appeared after this photograph of a unnamed thatched building was taken.
Had I captured her soul with my camera earlier in the day?
I returned home. contemplating, if I would ever see her again in one of my photographs?
“If each photograph steals a bit of the soul, isn’t it possible that I give up pieces of mine every time I take a picture?” – Richard Avedon
