North Texas looks lush these days after an unusually moist spring. Our friend, a cattle rancher, said to his son, "Git cher camera out here 'cause you ain't gonna see anything like this again in yer lifetime." The flowers push through other plants, and the wheat grow up to the bellies of the cattle. Naturally, I had my camera. I picture below some of the cows and wheat fields we visited.
I watched the cows as they exercised their curiosity. As we parked the truck, they ambled over to investigate. In addition to seeing and sniffing, cows "felt" the truck with their tongues: Hard, warm surface. And I imagine they tasted it too: Pollen from oak and pecan trees, dust, road dirt, diesel fumes, highway pollutants. Gasp. On the sides of the truck they left their licks. I think of it as cow art.