ABSTRACT
Shorn sheep. Cowboys sheering sheep, heads wriggling between worn-denim knees. Cowboy hands sliding sheers lengthwise across sheep’s skin, one swipe after another, one sheep after another. Dust and dander wafting, changing hues from translucent amber to ivory. During these opening scenes, we at once wonder what we are watching and know exactly what we are watching. We know exactly where we are and with whom we are moving. We feel it, sense it: the rhythms of everyday life, the experiences between cowboy–sheers–sheep on a Montana ranch. We sense place profoundly.
