A Little Bull Session

digital illustrationHow Beauty Contributes to Survival of the Species

A longhorn with a handsome set of horns as curly as they get

Was slightly cowed by what he saw when shown the Long Arm of the Law;

He’d had some hope he was exempt from need to keep his long horns kempt

And polished to a shiny sheen like pearl, his hooves polished to keen,

Dark, perfect handsomeness, the ring hooked in his nose, and everything

In fashion, grand in every way; turns out, he’d missed his class the day

The rules were set out in his youth, and so he lacked this simple truth.

So he was startled when the fuzz pulled him aside and said because

He’d failed to keep in such fine style, he’d have to go to jail awhile.

You, also, may not know these rules, if you too missed time in your school’s

Important seminars, so here I share them with you; do not fear

That cops will catch you; do not dread, but spiff your hooves and horns instead,

And you’ll be free to roam and graze in any pasture, all your days.

Why do I share this? Cattle, kine, or beeves all ought to look as fine

As stud bulls, just in case they meet random policemen on the street,

For at the least—or, maybe, most—they won’t then end up as a roast.digital illustration

Barnyard or Gallery?

photoCow Art

I wonder if you flinch at all

At cows upon the bedroom wall

That have great horns and twitching tails—

The massive cow that seldom fails

To win a ribbon at the fair—

Perhaps it’s odd to see them therephotoBut I admire those cows, you see,

And like them watching over me

To fend off any sleepless nights

And fill my dreams with cow delightsphoto

Just Another Tall Tale

I May be Texan 2

I never thought to come to Texas, even for a visit,

But serendipity is not predictable, now, is it?

And if I might not so have planned—don’t have a longhorn cow—

Turns out it was a fine surprise to land here anyhow.

graphite drawing

Does this make me a second-hand cowhand?

Tetched by Texas

As a Seattle native, moving to Texas two years ago was far less culture shock than I expected. Yes, it’s decidedly a new planet, but hey–it’s a friendly one, dadgummit. We’re in a university town, so it’s got great used bookstores and welcoming watering-holes and a hint of Bohemia around the edges, and while the new terrain is ocean-free here in the north part of the state and the closest I’ll get to mountain hiking nearby will be if I sneak up a water tower to survey the rolling flats, it’s countryside with its own kind of beauty.

Still, having family and friends visit us here is a fine excuse to explore a little of the legendary Texas and larn me some wild-west history along the way. Naturally, I find I’m inclined to play with the yarns of yore in my imagery as well, so I shall present you with a glimpse of the same herewith.

Trick roper & longhorn

Lassoed by the Lone Star