In the last glow of the day the cows walk back to the farm.
A hushed procession through the grass, their steps a gentle rhythm,
now and then a soft, contented snort.
The daily passage from field to milking shed,
a ritual at once humble and timeless.
—I sat by the water’s edge photographing the rapeseed blossoms, when they appeared. So ordinary, and yet utterly magical. Cows—immense, tender, and beautiful.
If you'd like the work framed, please let me know. I'd be happy to arrange that for you. If not, I will attach a wire to the back so it can be hung straight away.
Oilpaints, brushes, a sponge and rubber scrapers
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In the last glow of the day the cows walk back to the farm.
A hushed procession through the grass, their steps a gentle rhythm,
now and then a soft, contented snort.
The daily passage from field to milking shed,
a ritual at once humble and timeless.
—I sat by the water’s edge photographing the rapeseed blossoms, when they appeared. So ordinary, and yet utterly magical. Cows—immense, tender, and beautiful.
If you'd like the work framed, please let me know. I'd be happy to arrange that for you. If not, I will attach a wire to the back so it can be hung straight away.
Oilpaints, brushes, a sponge and rubber scrapers
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