Growing up in New York City, the closest I ever came to a cow was eating a cheeseburger at a local my Dad frequented. In my late teens, I was introduced to vegetarianism through some close friends. Since then, I’ve developed a love and admiration so strong that the mere sight of cows grazing in the distance brings me a childish joy that would be hard to describe. I found myself within a few feet of a group of cows feeding just outside a nearby farm. I patiently watched, hoping they’d come within a distance of my newish 100 -400 mm lens. Some of the cows came so close that I could reach out to pet a couple and communicate with a few moos’ despite the overwhelming midday sun. I managed to capture a few shots without reaching for my flash.
Tag: Farm Life
Taking a Break from the Everyday
Since our unexpected detour towards some farmland in Princeton a few weeks back. I’ve been conspiring to return or map out plans to visit some of New Jersey’s farms and animal sanctuaries. While famers markets are prominent in most nearby towns as well as Manhattan’s popular Union Square market. The opportunity to spend time on an actual farm and mingle with the goats, cows and chickens who provide us with our most important needs is otherworldly for someone like me who grew up and spent his entire life within shouting distance from the local bodega.