An encounter, in the cold and mist and overwhelming winter. I walked up to the fence with my camera, and the calf moved foward to watch me, and we stood that way for the longest time, and I felt a connection to this creature that was hard to describe, as we come from such different places. Yet not. Something seemed to pass between us, my imagination, I suspect, but something surely passed through me.
28
February
On Warnick Road, a meeting
by Jon Katz