I’ve always felt somewhat sympatico with Ferdinand, the flower-sniffing bull from the children’s story. Ferdinand was a lover, not a fighter and he liked nothing better than to sit under his cork tree and contemplate the beauty of his pasture’s blossoms. You may recall that at the story’s end, Ferdinand was returned to his beloved fields to live out his days among his flowers. Great morality tale but I, unlike Ferdinand, have a date with my power saw.
Photos by Joel Woodard