Come on, ther`e ahead of us. 9x12, oils on board

This is a follow up of almost there. Same race, but the others are ahead.

The Cricket Match. 9x12, oils on board.

I don`t know a thing about Cricket, so the players might be out of position. Apologies to Cricket lovers.

Figures and Tractor. 12x17, oils on board.

Figures and tractor is a farm scene in Kent, England. I painted it from an old photograph that I had. It is a typical Kent Farm scene with the big Cowshed that you can see.

Boycee. 9x12, oils on board.

This is Boycee, not brucy as I called him when I posted my Sketch of him. It is my Son`s Alsation, and he sent me a photo of him, and I couldn` resist painting this lovely dog. You can`t see his back paws because they were not in the photo, so I made out that they were buried in the snow.

Manasses/ Bull Run Bridge. 9x12, oils on board.

This was painted from a photograph that an American friend sent me. I didn`t want to copy the photo too much so I made it my own interptetation of the subject. Anybody that knows this bridge will know the history of it and will know why it has got this name. No, I`m not going to explain the history because there isn`t enough room here, and I don`t know it`s full history. But...

...if you want to find out the story behind Bull Run Bridge you can Click here (opens in a new window)

Almost there. 9x12, oils on board.

I had a feeling for this painting. And I think that it has come out with the feeling that I had for it, movement. I hope that you can see that these two chaps are in a race, and they haven`t got very far to go to win.

Steamer. 9x12", oils on board.

At last I was able to do some painting. There isn`t a lot to say about this one except that it is a train that was around about the 1930 to 1950. It is one like this that I caught my Thumb in the door as I was closing it. I was about ten years old at the time, and my Mum and I was on our way back to the Hopfields after visiting our Home after it was incinerated during the war. Don`t hold me to the dates. All I can remember is that of my age, roughly Ten years old. My Mum shouted to a porter that I have got my Thumb jammed in the Door, and when we got to the next station, another porter was waiting to open the door for me. I have still got the dent in my thumb.