Words by Greta Watson
Nothing has made me more happy than to be in India this past year.
I loved seeing the holy cows ambling along the endless, glowing-yellow mustard fields as I traveled throughout Rajasthan. At every turn, holy cows with clanging bells, and hooves striking on the stone pavements, journeyed along with me.
With such grace and determination, the holy cows walk in search of food, shade from the sun, a pat or snuggle from their calf, or an acknowledgement from humans.
All images courtesy of the artist.