A heart attack robbed me of knowing my grandfather (mother’s side) well. He was a renaissance man: as well being a mechanic in the RAF during WWII, he was an excellent musician (choral singer, pianist & organist), and a painter.
Despite painting being something I believe he picked up somewhat later in life, my grandfather’s paintings mean a tremendous amount to me. I took photographs of them with my iPhone, and I’d like to share them with you.
To begin, my favourite, of the Petawawa River:
A collection of landscapes, most involving mountains:
Newfoundland harbour & lighthouse:
A sketch of my mother at 16 yo:
My wife’s favourite are his paintings of flowers:
Lastly, a grove of birch trees (did he know that his daughter would marry a Russian man — my father?):
Thankyou, grandfather.