by Elizabeth Enslin | 1 Comments
Thank you for sending your cow poems inspired by Nate Ronniger's paintings. I watch their tongues like snails without shells curling around smooth brome They tear and grind tear and grind and circle a mound of composting sod ten feet high A mostly white one with black half moons over each eye breaks from the herd climbs the... Read more
by Andrea Mason Clark | 0 Comments
"All sorts of different landscapes seem to open whichever way I look." - Vita Sackville West in a letter to Virginia Woolf As soon as I clicked the shutter of my camera, Sharon said, "Pictures are so contrived." Instead, she wanted to stare out at the awe-inspiring vistas and imprint... Read more
by Bill Babers | 0 Comments
Twenty five miles of wash board dust plume gravel road from the highway around one last curve before old growth pines give way to five square miles of sagebrush edges blurred by undulating heat waves that on this sultry September afternoon seems to be the bovine version of Times Square lowing cattle mimic blaring taxi horns brown and black steers like business... Read more