ON THE FARM... My first word wasn’t momma, it was moo-cow. and that made folks happy. When you live on a farm, there's a different set of priorities. Moo-cow. Moo-cow? I guess I have to look back on it and think it was odd. It WAS odd. Moo-cow... because they were grazing in the pastures above and below the house. Because they were income, dreams, escapes - from a life of millwork, and a life of poverty. Moo-cow. Black and White - perspective. Angus Dreams. Black cows floating in water, looking for all the world like raisins floating in a bowl of cereal. The image disguises the destruction. Water. Free of its usual constraints, it calls attention to its freedom in a way nobody can forget. These are not the sort of wet dreams you wish for, wrung out after tragedy, and three weeks of rain.
