Along with dinosaurs and my favorite, the Giant Chicken Army, cows have to be one of the most abundant roadside animal statues.
I saw two more big ladies of note while road tripping in September, both in Pennsylvania.
The well-loved big cow of Wilkes-Barre. She’s just up the road from the dilapidated big coffee mug.
This big mama stands outside of the Turkey Hill Experience.
A fine roadside specimen. Plus, there is gas and ice cream right there. But I suppose if you’re lactose intolerant, those two things may always be together. ::ba-dum-dum-tsss:: Try the veal! Ooooh, awkwaaaaard…
Pretty sure I’ve mentioned it before but, why, why, why do they have to make those milkbags so veiny?! GROSS!
While life unfolded around me – school buses came, people went to work, cows took a morning dip – I just stood. I stood looking at the hills rolling away into the fog.
At first, I thought that maybe I stood there doing nothing. But nothing is far from the truth. I stood watching, knowing, bearing witness to everything before me.
At first glance, some things don’t show their true selves. It is only through continued observation and patience that they make themselves known.
Sometimes all you need to do is change your perspective to see beautiful things. But first and foremost, you have to want to.