Butterscotch Cows
It's been some weekend! On Friday I took the bus up to Port Laoise for a photo course with my gang. On the way up I saw a rainbow and a field of butterscotch colored cows. Tonight, on the way back down we passed two rainbows, a misty mountain range, and a solitary black sheep in a field of fluffy white sheep.
As I sat on the bus, it occurred to me that in surviving this depression I have been given a second chance, a gift if you will of these next 40 years. I made a promise to myself to not drift along but to make them good years. Tonight I share this commitment to life, to butterscotch cows, to my friends and family, to my art, and to the truth, with you.
As I sat on the bus, it occurred to me that in surviving this depression I have been given a second chance, a gift if you will of these next 40 years. I made a promise to myself to not drift along but to make them good years. Tonight I share this commitment to life, to butterscotch cows, to my friends and family, to my art, and to the truth, with you.
Labels: butterscotch, cows, Ireland, photography


