
It happened one afternoon years ago when he went to do some plein air painting by the river. He had walked through a field of cows and, though absorbed in what he was doing, felt a presence behind him. He turned to find almost the whole herd of friesians had gathered, jockeying for position, as if to judge the work. “It then dawned on me that I was painting the wrong thing. whistling I quietly turned the easel about and put up a new canvas board It was as if I really observed them for the 1st time”.