Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
There they were. A small herd (if seven or eight counts as a herd) of cows. They weren’t on the open range. They weren’t even pinned up in some corral. Instead, these cows were riding in the back of a horse trailer. The cows seemed perfectly content and at ease – happy even – which made me smile. One cow would poke it’s head through a section of the trailer while another would push it aside and then poke its head through. Another rubbed its ears against a side post. None of the cows seemed to be mooing in fear. It seemed as if they were simply enjoying a perfectly gorgeous Saturday afternoon drive around town. The whole scene made me laugh. Until I remembered where I was. I knew better than to think these cows had a happy fate ahead of them. There is little to no hope for a cow growing up in Colorado. Enjoy it while it lasts adorable little bovine, I thought to myself.