I'd rather draw a goat than milk one

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

I got lost in the country again, but ended up in the right place — a goat farm at 8 a.m. Other artists found their way too, and we all drew, painted, and took photos … we were even invited to milk a goat. I declined, and instead spent two hours (after that it was too hot) sitting on a low stool exchanging stares with these animals across a (mildly) electrified fence. They were all kinds — fuzzy and sleek, floppy ears and some barely there … and they didn’t smell bad … I’m not good at drawing animals yet, and mine ended up resembling people I know.

On the way home I stopped at the Davis Art Center, where a friend is having a poetry reading tomorrow.

Then I couldn’t’ resist the Davis farmers market ... I just can’t pass one by!

Patrice asked me to show Zing! this photo that she took at her farmers market in Chicago this morning. Zing! admits these big city dogs look happy, but said he prefers to walk. That way, he leads me.

Love,

k