Move 'em on, head 'em up

Head 'em up, move 'em out,

Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide! 

Set 'em out, ride 'em in, 

Ride 'em in, let 'em out, cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide. 

Wow. That sounds chaotic. And fun.

This photo featured on Drudge fills my heart with joy.

Not solely because it is righteous, because Cliven Bundy prevailed, for now, but because I love this scene of moving cattle. It is the coolest thing ever.

I see the scene all over the place and it gets me every time, even in Google Earth looking through photos of central Africa on the opposite side of the horn where it pokes in, where all the green starts, those photos can be lifted right off ancient tombs it seems. One remarkable photo of a man moving cattle down a red dirt road I thought I could return to easily but now I cannot find it. It was perfectly Egyptian.  Like this except a dirt road:

This famous scene is from the tomb of Ti, also Tiye, apparently Nubian. Great royal wife of Amenhotep III, mother of Akhenaten, so grandma to Tutankhamun.

Images: [fording the river queen ti]

A total fox in her day.

The thing is, this scene has a touching element easily overlooked. It is a theme repeated in other tombs, a vignette if you like, say, like Santa Claus with a child on his knee, you recognize that right off and know what is going on, any portion of the vignette will do to convey the whole idea of presents on Christmas, childlike wonder and all the rest. Here a calf is carried across water too deep for it to wade, it turns and brays for its mum who answers, there is eye contact depicted in the carving, you could draw a dotted line between the calves eyes and the eyes of the center cow.

I carved away the background of this picture using a dental tool, my Cherry Creek dentist gives me their old tools sometimes when I ask because they like me and they like what I'm doing. It tickles them. Then I scratch in the detail and round out the figures. 

I have no idea what I'm doing. I just do it.

I carved it for myself. Glued it onto fibrous Japanese paper, and that onto black mat. Double black mat window. Bronze metal frame. 

Nice.

I had moved and lacked furniture and art and such things as needed on walls so I carved this for myself, for my new apartment. It pleased me. I admired the picture a long time, and now I own it. A nice one too.

Right off the bat a friend came in, saw my new picture and wanted it. He wanted to buy it. So I priced it out of bounds but he paid my price anyway. Stuck! And there went my brand new favorite picture just like that.