the runny away bunny. for ryan.

once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
so he said to his mother, "i am running away."
"if you run away," said his mother, "i will run after you. for you are my little bunny."

"if you run after me," said the little bunny, "i will become a fish in a trout stream and i will swim away from you."
"if you become a fish in a trout stream," said his mother, "i will become a fisherman and i will fish for you."

"if you become a fisherman," said the little bunny, "i will become a rock on the mountain, high above you."
"if you become a rock on the mountain high above me," said his mother, "i will be a mountain climber, and i will climb to where you are."

"if you become a mountain climber," said the little bunny, "i will be a crocus in a hidden garden."
"if you become a crocus in a hidden garden," said his mother, "i will be a gardener. and i will find you."

"if you become a gardener and find me," said the little bunny, "i will be a bird and fly away from you."
"if you become a bird and fly away from me," said his mother, "i will be a tree that you come home to."

"if you become a tree," said the little bunny, "i will become a little sailboat, and i will sail away from you."

"if you become a sailboat and sail away from me," said his mother, "i will become the wind and blow you where i want you to go."

"if you become the wind and blow me to you," said the little bunny, "i will join the circus and fly away on a flying trapeze."
"if you go flying on a trapeze," said his mother, "i will be a tightrope walker, and i will walk across the air to you."

"if you become a tightrope walker and walk across the air," said the bunny, "i will become a little boy and run into a house."
"if you become a little boy and run into a house," said the mother bunny, "i will become your mother and catch you in my arms and hug you."

"shucks," said the bunny, "i might just as well stay where i am and be your little bunny."
and so he did.
"have a carrot," said the mother bunny.

*this photo was taken by ryan. it is me.... while in indian town we picked strawberries and went to a yard sale. i bought 4 books - good night moon, the runaway bunny, and 2 andy warhole exhibition catalogs - one of which chronicle's all of his polaroids . yes indeed. it's amazing).

**the polaroid ryan used was my sx 70, the film is time zero - expired in 2000.

indian town has been one of my favorite stops along this trip. i have seen so much beauty here. i am only disappointed in the fact that i ran out of film, but as i have learned... you can't capture everything on a device.. sometimes you just have to live in the moment and record these wondrous happenings with an open mind and wide eyes.

i am alive and on fire here. everything is shining and blue and wrapped up in the warmest light that is hard to translate to film.

i will be home in 2 days, in which time i will have a lot of scanning to do... but i am not thinking about that right now. right now i am about to set sail on lake okeechobee, to become a fish, or a rock, or a trapeze artist in the air and get all caught up in the moment...