A Doggone Mess

Wet cement... Can you remember a time when perhaps you may have gotten in a bit of trouble by sneaking a handprint or two in fresh cement? For me, I was out minding my own business and came upon a fresh poured sidewalk. Of course, I could not resist writing my initials; needless to say; it did no...

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Moonlit St Nick

I have many fond memories of Christmas as a child.  My mom  would paint Rudolph and  Santa on our windows  (she was far more talented of an artist then she would admit); my Dad's dress socks that had holes in them stuffed to the brim Christmas morning with fruit, nuts and candy.  We may not have...

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Why a blog?

 Paintings tell a story and  and I thought it might be fun to share why I paint what I do.  "Sunflower Valley Blues".  My wife and I like to walk.  In particular we like to walk a country road not far from our house with some beautiful farm land that has a perfect spot to build a home.  My wife g...

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