Winter is not far off and I was thinking about past winter-time travels. Years ago, before they priced me out of our trips to the Florida Keys, my wife and I used to love to visit the Hemingway home in Key West. It is one of the few places where I always got a real feeling of being where history occured, in this case where he wrote many of the stories I so enjoyed.
The painting here is severly cropped but it is the best I could do right now. Like my travel, this painting is from years ago.
I came across this painting that I did of Nell in 1978. She was the greatest dog we ever had in our family. Her hunting feats were legendary but at the same time she was wonderful around the house. She died in 1985 and I still miss her.
I'm an old fart (pardon me, senior citizen) who spends most of the time painting or trout fishing. Trout fishing takes me into some beautiful places, especially here in northeast Wisconsin, and I often think that next time I'll bring my paints and leave the fly rod at home, but then I realize I can paint at home but I can't catch trout there. You can find out more about my painting philosophy, background, etc. @ www.kenmarsden.com.