This is for two women who ascended The bar this week.
A recent quick trip to DC mimicked a plop of effervescent antacid in water, lots of swirling and mingling and muscle unclenching. What started as an innocent re-entry conversation about daily farm life ended with the grand idea to graffiti existential philosophy on the backsides of dairy cows. The thought is not madness: among such a palette for reflection and soul stretching there are too many hours between the moment of enlightenment and one's journal. I must keep record of this illumination with scribbles, otherwise neural pathways and indents on the heart seem too subtle.
This is for Larga Vista, the raw milk dairy that momentarily was smeared with tags - the impression of small moments much more durable.
:: scroll through the following posts or click the links. last photo in set is "Milk Parlor" ::