Random Connections

I just stumbled upon this quotation and saved it:

“No cow’s like a horse, and no horse like a cow. That’s one similarity, anyhow.”
—Piet Hein

It fits with the “every creature’s an individual” philosophy that’s been on my mind. Then, forgetting about it, the next page I opened on the Web displayed this photo:


How perfect is that? So I had to share it.

It’s Shreve Stockton, author of The Daily Coyote: A Story of Love, Survival, and Trust in the Wilds of Wyoming and creator of Honey Rock Dawn. Beneath the photo is a beautiful story about one day near her ranch in Wyoming—births and deaths, difficult decisions and Good Samaritans, horses and cows, knowledge and intuition all intersecting and building something new. Please read it. It will lift your spirits.

Random Tidbits Plucked from Proust and Elsewhere

I’m afraid I’m still having trouble putting one word in front of another and conveying any kind of meaningful post (see yesterday’s post for cause). Plus, I’m a little vertically challenged since the extraction and sitting up at the computer isn’t easy.

So-ooo-oo…until I feel better, or wordier, I’m going to point you in the direction of some notable items I’d like to share with you.

Art
My last issue of Maine the Magazine profiled Randy Regier (who interests me partially because he didn’t realize he was an artist—didn’t realize he’d been creating art most of his life—until well into adulthood) and his toy store installation. Regier is significant to Lull readers because he builds narratives through his art, which he creates from found objects and parts of objects.

Animals
You’re probably already aware of author and photographer Shreve Stockton’s Daily Coyote tale. But her Wyoming life continues to evolve and she’s started Honey Rock Dawn to chronicle it. Yesterday she posted “Five Reasons to Have a Cow,” an overview for the uninformed of just how intelligent bovines are. (Please be sure to check out Miss Daisy trying to read a book. It’s exactly how I feel after a few sentences of Proust.)

Language
I think I spend more time REreading what I’ve read previously than I do reading new pages in Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past. A newer translation may suit me better. Or maybe I shouldn’t read it in bed. Anyway, this description of an unwelcome visitor got a smile from me:

“…an excellent man, with whom I now regret not having conversed more often, for, even if he cared nothing for the arts, he knew a great many etymologies…”

Yes, even if we have to search for it, everyone has something positive to offer the world.

[Dairy cows pic by pascalk.]