A Tribute to my Father
I lost my Dad two days after Thanksgiving this year at the age of 90. He made me the Artist and the person I am today.
He is on the left with his arm around his Wiemaraner Zeze in this photo taken after a weekend Montana Deer/Pronghorn hunt, circa early 1950s.
The link below is to the article I wrote about him. Thanks to those who have time to read it.
Thanks for stoppin’n by…