My dad retired in his early fifty's and took the time to do some of the things he loved. He loved to fly fish and learned to tie his own flies, he loved nature. Dad travelled across Canada many times in his 5 th. wheel trailer, mom was his map reader and I think he cursed at her many times for making the wrong turn.

My father was always an artist and did sketches that he kept hidden from the family but we always knew he had a talent. In 1998 I encouraged dad to try painting. He was encouraged more so that my mom was painting and her work was being appreciated. Mom's work for the most part is shown at Down East Gallery in Toronto. So dad started painting and he did about 12 nice little paintings before he had a stroke in the spring of 1999. I lost my dad in May of 2000 and miss him terribly. I'd like to share some of his paintings with you and I hope you like them. The Saw Mill In Winter was one of his last and was a Christmas gift to me.