So yesterday morning I pulled over to sketch the sheep. I wondered why the bulls were absent. I drew for a few minutes and then decided to pack it in as it was so hot. Suddenly I spied a bull sliding past beyond the fence and partly obscured by the rose bushes. He was so large and interestingly close-- then out of the corner of my eye I saw a second bull sliding past, and then a third. They passed as silently as barges on the Mississippi--
reminding me of the evening I made this sketch of Jacob photographing barges from the levee at the Fly in New Orleans a few years ago.
Those silent, dark shapes slipping past like a strange parade in a dream.
Later I made this trail map as I was walking on the west river trail, fitted it in around another sketch of the sheep and a silent, gliding bull. The plant is a very small orchid that is producing little scalloped seed pods.