Capturing Images

I have sat in cold fields where the earth is iron hard and watched the day dawn and the hares wake, emerging stiffened by cold sleeping to stretch and yawn out small steaming puffs of hare’s breath into late winter mornings before running across frost trimmed grasses to warm cold muscles. These moments have been some of the most beautiful in my life.

I have seen hares run from their forms across green fields in late evening sun slanted light to leap honey coloured Cotswold stone walls.

I have seen hares on Derbyshire hillsides in twilight and one cross a road, loping like a long legged mythical creature, seeming to be the size of a small deer.

All this helps while capturing images in the mind’s eye.

– Jackie Morris
(writing about the illustrations
in her book, Song of the Golden Hare)

Images: Jackie Morris.