Bunny Bubble Bath
Somewhere, somebunny is having a bubble bath.
It was my pleasure and honor to interview Bunny, this day, in the plush surroundings of home. Bunny wasn’t modest and also allowed me a photograph, which I believe turned out well.
Imagine my surprise when Bunny hopped into a tub of bubbles and scrubbed himself (herself?) clean. (I forgot to ask Bunny’s gender in the interview, due to my slightly nervous state. Therefore it must be up to you to decide, dear reader, for yourself.)
Everything was at the ready — soap, towel (embroidered, by golly!), and a spindle-top, red box of cotton balls (I peeked inside). Although my eye kept flitting to the domed clock on the shelf above the old-fashioned, footed tub, Bunny seemed oblivious to time, and scrubbed and scrubbed, especially his (her?) ears.
The shower was running, during the entire bath. I was a little concerned about my camera lens, but it didn’t seem to suffer from the mist or the bubbles kicked up by the happy rabbit’s feet.
An antique French phone, sitting on the floor, piqued my curiosity. When I asked if it worked. Bunny replied it did, and he (she?) was expecting somebunny’s call, because “… if you take a bath, somebunny is always going to call”.
Sunlight streamed onto the stained-glass floor (“Tiffany”, Bunny tells me) — perfect for this shot. Out the Garden Bath’s window, was a huge planting of red poppies, providing lovely color and subtle camouflage for “the Bunn in the Bath” (a title running through my head).
Looking around, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge that this room, anyway, was better appointed than my own.
“Where, Bunny”, I asked, “did you find such beautiful treasures as I see here?”
“In photographs…”, he (she?) replied. “I tore them out of photographs and smeared earthy, garden stuff on them, and hung them all around.”
“Garden stuff?…”, I murmured, wondering.
“Oh yes”, Bunny understood my mumbles and continued, “…blended with the burnished golden orange of yams, yellow-gold of acorn squash, and the green of new celery… the juicy red of beets and russet-red of ‘new potato’ skins… and, well, I hopped carefully over to Mr. Snake’s bushes and picked some blueberries, and blackberries while he was sleeping…. And that is where all of this color comes from.”
“Magic”, I said, as Bunny shook water from his (her?) ear.
And with that, I had to go, as I nearly fell into a trance; and, startled from it by the antique French phone ringing, (although a few questions remained) thought it best to leave Bunny with the Bubble Bath and somebunny else’s conversation.
copyright, 2010, F.A. Moore. All rights reserved.
February 18, 2010
As Easter approaches, my waking dream has taken me to symbols that have become associated with the celebration of a poignant event that continues to change hearts, nearly 2000 years later.
My freshman year in college, over Easter, a friend gave me a present of a beautiful “New Zealand” black bunny rabbit – a baby. Another college friend, the same Easter, gave me a baby duck.
These two, “Donald” and “Bunny”, accompanied me on walks across campus to the fields where Bunny romped. They were great friends. The football players’ dorm was across from mine; and it tickled me how many of these big guys were “softies” inside. It was common that one or another would come over to meet me and check out Bunny, whom I carried, and Donald, who was following me on foot, to our destination “playground” (the big field).
Digital Fine Art by F.A. Moore
Dimensions: 5000 × 5000 px @300ppi
re: fantasy story-board montage, manipulation, and brushwork on and of 10 separate stock images, representing the main elements of: bunny, window, tub, tiffany stained glass, drapes, poppies, soap, phone, clock, and box.
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