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...
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...
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...