Dad

Thank you for the kindness shown to yesterday's blip.
I think I've resolved dad's unfinished work - you see he was an all round 'artist', be it calligraphy, sketching, painting, wood carving, stone work...his trade was as a stone mason. Grave stones. He could spot his work, his style in any church yard.
Dad was a perfectionist. As he aged, so did his hands - they shook - all that hammering. And it flusterated him, he hated it. So he put down his craft. He could see how his work just "wasn't up to scratch" anymore, so he simply stopped.
Thankfully he could still garden and listen to his Mozart (and read Harry Potter, but that's another story)
Dad was a quiet, humble man. No DIY project could defeat him. Fix the car, no problem.

I wonder what the new owners of the house will think, when they strip the lounge wall paper. Beneath lies a wall to wall, floor to ceiling, hand painted view of rolling hills, river and woods, seen through a broken dry stone wall.
Taken so much for granted when I was a  kid - I wish I had a photograph of it now.