Cows

That yellow is incredible. It always charges me with energy, but when I saw these cows standing in a sea of rapeseed with my own eyes, it gave me chills. They looked so fragile, almost as if they were folded from paper and didn't quite belong there.

In my eyes, the green pasture shrunk down to a small stage—the very last bit of space left for the animals. It’s that constant conflict I feel in our landscape: on one hand, that rich, amazing color I adore, and on the other, the sadness of how little room we leave for nature. To me, these cows stand as silent witnesses to how much we reshape the landscape to suit ourselves, until only a few small islands remain for its true inhabitants.