On the living room wall

hangs this painting.

It was painted by my Dad before he had a severe stroke 6 years ago. Now he struggles to paint a recognisable scene.

It is an artistic impression of our house from the entrance to the Crinan canal.

Sorry about the late and lazy blip but my day was busy. Combine that with the weather and a failed light shooting event at the photography club and this is what I'm left with. We couldn't shoot Richard trying some fire painting because the weather was so wet. It might have helped extinguish him if he had set his hair on fire. Oh well another time.

Sorry also about the angle of the shot but I was trying to keep the reflections of the light out of it.