Tonight I saw a picture of cows in a gallery and thought, "I will never buy a picture of cows; I know too much about cows." I would, however, buy a picture of a bucket of milk on the floor of a barn, at 5:00 a.m., foam on the
(more) top, steam rising up while I lead the recalcitrant Jersey cow out to field, both of us having delivered once again.
(less)