Sometimes I wonder why I take a picture when I’m visiting a garden. That doesn’t mean I shoot an image that I don’t like, it’s that I’m not always quite sure why I like it at that moment. This was the case with the image below…
It's all about the cow...
Fast forward three weeks to the present Tuesday and look what I found! I think I’d like a small herd.
A cast iron cow...
A bit larger, this one is in London at Christopher Edwards and is from the 1930s.
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There’s probably a phobia name for this. “Nervous of being followed by cast iron cows.”
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a cast iron cow outdoors, but there are several pigs and two owls in my neighborhood, and one really awkwardly done thing which is either a baby lamb or a Lhasa Apso.
Bet those teets are the portal for some really cold milk!
Yes I am not smitten with either but I do like heavy metal, both inside and out.
recenTly went to Bryan’s Ground and those guys are crazy about it.
Bed springs as space dividers!
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I wonder what weighs more… a real cow or this one.