Oil on Wood
Friday afternoon I went searching for pastures full of cows. I get nostalgic seeing them meandering through the California landscape. My childhood featured weekend walks in Sonoma with my father. We often came across cows grazing on neighboring properties across which we trespassed. He thought nothing of climbing through barbed wire fences and we got lost more than once. That was the way he lived. Venturing beyond the known and risking getting lost, managing to emerge unscathed and enlivened by the experience. I just tagged along for the ride.