Another cow picture, this one I am not sure of, it is kind of strange in that there are two distinct breeds of younguns here, a beefmaster and a black baldy. They lived together by the road beside the river in this diverse herd that had all kinds happily co-mingled. I was struck by the red one, so very vivid, and stopped on day to shoot a rather blurry photo of him as he gazed at his little partner. One is big, the other is dainty. One is red, one is black, yet they just seemed to love one another. Don't know if the composition works, or if it is any good, but there is a truckload of paint on this canvas, trying to get it to where I like it. Dab, dab, smear smear. Happy hours spent in communion with the Universe, where there is no mind. How could it get any better than that? And there is something in the world that was not there when I got up this morning. There is something so satisfying in that idea.
"We Three"
Sunday, January 04, 2009
The cows keep coming home...
Another cow picture, this one I am not sure of, it is kind of strange in that there are two distinct breeds of younguns here, a beefmaster and a black baldy. They lived together by the road beside the river in this diverse herd that had all kinds happily co-mingled. I was struck by the red one, so very vivid, and stopped on day to shoot a rather blurry photo of him as he gazed at his little partner. One is big, the other is dainty. One is red, one is black, yet they just seemed to love one another. Don't know if the composition works, or if it is any good, but there is a truckload of paint on this canvas, trying to get it to where I like it. Dab, dab, smear smear. Happy hours spent in communion with the Universe, where there is no mind. How could it get any better than that? And there is something in the world that was not there when I got up this morning. There is something so satisfying in that idea.
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