Today was one more example of why I’m grateful that the model of Retired Husband I drew in life’s lottery isn’t the inert, recliner-planted, tv-watching type (although let's admit it - there’s a little bit of that in all of us).
Just about the time I think I’m going to be reduced to a lively discussion – with space-filling photographs – of my experiences cleaning the refrigerator, something comes along to provide a post for my blog.
My spouse has just put the last brushstroke on his latest painting. It’s based on a photograph from our 2013 trip to
Here’s the inspiration:
As you may recall, he started about here:
. . . and progressed to here:
. . .and now we have a finished product.
Not bad for someone who's only on his sixth painting.
Since he usually works in oils, this provided instruction in two areas.
Granted, it was a painting intended more as a class exercise than a work of art, but I think it came out pretty well.
He added a touch of his own:
Can you guess what time of year we’ll be hanging it?