Why the face? Sometimes I wish my life was as simple as a cows life. Spending the days grazing in the fields and soaking up the sun with nothing to worry about until the day you die. Why is it that we have to deal with more bullshit than a cow? I can’t wait to be on the road away from the 9-5 and away from rent. Spending the days grazing north and taking photos. Cows don’t worry about tomorrow, why should I?