Say cheese
I don’t really think of myself as a Wisconsin Girl, not in a trademarked, labeled sort of way. I say it sometimes because I think it sounds cool, but essentially, its meaningless words, a string of concepts that are open for such open interpretation, that they mean nothing. I don’t feel that I will die if I don’t consume blocks of cheese. I do not own anything green and gold. I have never been to a Badgers football game. I’m not exactly u-rah-rah for statehood. I don’t cow tip, cow-ride, cow chip throw, or really, cow anything.
That said, last weekend, up in Rincon, I had a bit of a moment, involving a cow. I had just been combing Steps beach, one of my favorites, on a little photo safaari, and came across the following scene of a Holstein, Wisconsin-colored cow. These cows are on every piece of Wisconsin literature that the tourism department makes. They are sort of our thing. And here one was, completely munching away on salty grass, completely ignorant of the momentous event its location was.
For, much like me, though Holsteins are common enough in Wisconsin, and though you can find them many other everywheres, you never really expect to see one in a field of salty grass, overlooking the ocean, with mango and palm trees in the background.
There’s really nothing else to say beyond, “On, Wisconsin!”
That said, last weekend, up in Rincon, I had a bit of a moment, involving a cow. I had just been combing Steps beach, one of my favorites, on a little photo safaari, and came across the following scene of a Holstein, Wisconsin-colored cow. These cows are on every piece of Wisconsin literature that the tourism department makes. They are sort of our thing. And here one was, completely munching away on salty grass, completely ignorant of the momentous event its location was.
For, much like me, though Holsteins are common enough in Wisconsin, and though you can find them many other everywheres, you never really expect to see one in a field of salty grass, overlooking the ocean, with mango and palm trees in the background.
There’s really nothing else to say beyond, “On, Wisconsin!”