I don't know if any of you know this, but June is Dairy Month in Wisconsin. Do you care? Probably not. But, for me growing up in the country in Southern Wisconsin, it was a big deal. Ok. Not a big deal. But, an excuse to eat more ice cream, and celebrate cows. For many more years than I care to admit my dad wore a different cow t-shirt each day in June. (Just re-reading that sentence makes me groan a little bit).
It seems appropriate somehow that I participated in a photo shoot last week that involved cows. I know. Glamorous. Yet, fun. My main purpose was to do some business portraiture and a few shots of people doing what they would be doing if they were a consultant, a vet, a farmer and some cows in a barn. (I'll leave that up to your imagination.) The clients were fun and it was a good experience for me.
This week I'm going to finish up a few letterpress projects to ship to California for Renegade San Francisco. I can't wait to journey back to the Bay Area and to hang out with Laurie. Hopefully, I will have some brand new journals to debut.
Happy June, people. Drink some milk!
3 comments:
I grew up in West Central Illinois, and the town I lived in celebrated its local argicultural livlihood, too: hogs. Kewanee, IL is the Hog Capital of the World, and every Labor Day weekend, the place goes (pardon the pun) hog wild. I still make it home for "Hog Days."
Love the post, can't wait to see you in person!
Ms Fix, that sounds like a hoot. Also? Mmmmmm, bacon.
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