Constant Troyon (1810-1865)

27 04 2017

As a youth I spent  hours on my grandfather’s farm watching the cows. They were such huge beasts and seemed completely oblivious to my presence. One day I walked out into the pasture to pet what I thought was a cow. My uncle came out to get me. He had a hammer in his hand. It was the farm’s prize bull and very dangerous.


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