I have been working on a magazine article on coyotes, which will be out sometime next year. As part of the assignment, I have been trying to take pictures of some of the creatures that coyotes consume, which includes rabbits. After all, what prey animal that exists doesn't eat Eastern cottontails.
Every morning I walk three miles after breakfast and often see bunnies along the rural road near our Botetourt County, Virginia home. Finally, the thought dawned on me that I ought to take my camera with a telephoto lens along on my morning jaunts. Many, many mornings, the rabbits allow me to come quite close to them.
Predictably on the first morning that I toted my Nikon camera, all rabbits seen were at least 20 yards away and all bolted when I tried to move closer. It was as if the D5100 pointed at them were some kind of doomsday weapon.
After several failed stalks, I gave up on the idea of capturing a cottontail on film - at least for that morning - and decided to see what else was about. At last, I came across a common daisy, growing out of a thin layer of dirt intermixed with roadside gravel.
The daisy was rather shriveled in appearance, maybe because of its hardscrabble circumstances and its form was not typical as its petals were droopy. But in this common plant's ability to eke out a precarious existence there on the roadside made it a noble photo opportunity. There is often beauty in the smallest things.