It has not escaped me that I have a somewhat profuse forehead. Or rather, a fivehead. The “high forehead” was thought to be much attractive in the 15th through 16th centuries, when wealthy gentleladies plucked their way to highbrowed beauty. Admirers took note of the greater brainpan and refined intelligence. (“My, my. Look at thee fo’ead on that one. Hubba hubba.”) Alas, today we no longer live in the Middle Ages, those pox-filled days of easy beauty. Those of us left behind, showing proof of high intelligence as we do, need to make do. So.... One day, a dame with a dome has a bright idea: Advertising Revenue. Then an even better, more refined idea: But a genius idea needs geniuses to buy into it. That’s where you come in. For example, say you’re an overpaid advertising executive. You’re gearing up to promote a dentist, electronics giant, and/or hemorrhoid creme. Or household goods and Sea-Monkeys. I don’t need to explain to you the power of the visual medium. So, without further ado.
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Have no idea what that was about, but feel slightly more cultured now...
Boney animals look so pulled down by gravity, you know? Their bones stick out and up (especially shoulder and hip bones), leaving the rest hanging. This goat's collar looks so heavy it pulls down her neck. But no, that's just the neck of one boney goat. The original photograph is from National Geographic magazine. They have wonderful animal photos I sketch off all the time.
Goats are funny though. Except that I suffer from a disabling brain problem where, in real life, I can't tell the different between a goat and a sheep. If it has horns it's a goat.