There seems to be a great deal that is not well understood about rabbits and hares, which are two very distinct animals, even though they look so much alike. They are mysterious and elusive, both of them. Maybe that's why they are the object of so much fascination in myth and story and art. They are certainly an ancient sign of fertility and spring.
I am slowly settling on the rabbit theory because of my ongoing conversation with Amy-Lynn Bell, who posts at Flandrum Hill. She has hares in her yard, beneath her rose bushes, and they are so nonchalantly at home there that she is able to take beautiful photographs of them, which you can see on her blog. On McNutt's Island we don't have any little furry hopping animal with long ears that behaves like the hares at Flandrum Hill. As far as I know. It's a big island, and I imagine there's a lot that goes on here that I have no idea of.
Today Amy-Lynn and I agreed that in honour of the mysteries of spring we would both use Albrecht Durer's A Young Hare as our blog illustration. Perhaps we are also both honouring this artist who looked so closely at the world four hundred years ago. The clarity and immediacy of his hare portrait hints of the perspective of a late medieval mystic. And maybe it inspires us to look around us as carefully and intensely as he once did.
Albrecht Durer, A Young Hare, 1502.
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