by CMCook | Aug 16, 2025 | fat cow studio
The dog days have settled in, draping the land in a heavy quilt of heat. Morning light is soft, with a whisper of cool, but by noon the sun stands high and unyielding. The air hangs still, except for the slow sway of grass in a hot breeze. The pastures lie quiet under...
by CMCook | Aug 4, 2025 | fat cow studio
Click August Rain After weeks of Texas heat, August rain feels like grace falling from the sky. The pastures drink deep, horses and cattle stand still, and the sound of rain on the back porch roof soothes the soul. Enjoy August! Until next time, be...
by CMCook | Jul 29, 2025 | fat cow studio
Mornings here aren’t rushed, they unfold. The sun peeks over horizon, warming the tops of the cedar trees and sending long golden shadows across the pasture. I step onto the porch with coffee in hand, still barefoot, still waking up myself. It’s quiet, but not silent....
by CMCook | Jul 18, 2025 | fat cow studio
I’ve lived in Texas for over 40 years, and I’ll be honest, I’m still not used to the 100° and up heat. The sun can be downright brutal, and by mid-July, I find myself dreaming of crisp autumn air and cozy winter mornings. Still, there’s a raw, rugged beauty to Texas...
by CMCook | Jul 8, 2025 | fat cow studio
There’s a particular kind of grief that doesn’t come with a funeral. No flowers. No casseroles. Just quiet absence. It’s the loss of someone who’s still out there, living, breathing, carrying on, but not in your life anymore. Maybe it was a slow fade. Maybe it was a...
by CMCook | Jun 19, 2025 | fat cow studio
There’s something about a summertime sunset that speaks the same language as clay. Maybe it’s the way the sky slowly shifts from gold to ember, or the soft wash of rose that lingers just before night settles in. These skies feel familiar—like the inside of my kiln...
