Hidden Valley Ranch
Growing up on this ranch in southern British Columbia was a tremendous privilege. We didn’t have much-we worked hard-we laughed hard and ate regular meals around our large oak oval table, all twelve kids plus Dad and Mom.
This property is in the valley and is bordered by the Shuswap river. Our home was always open and many people enjoyed the atmosphere and hospitality my parents provided.
This piece was composed as one of my brother’s and I remembered it one evening. As he watched football, I sketched. We checked and corrected each other and I consulted a few old photos of buildings that we had. I believe it is quite accurate, but it is more a memory that we had. It is late evening in late summer a season that evokes a sense of the quiet but persistent passage of time. Times have changed, the ranch is no longer ours but the memories we own forever.
That’ll do
I had the privilage of working cows on horseback for four years. For the last two I had a young dog ‘Jake’. Though he was over zealous at times (he and I both attended Stock Dog Training classes at Olds College) he became an invaluable work mate and companion the last summer I ‘pushed’ cows on the large grazing allotment west of Red Deer River Ranches. A good dog is as good as two or three cowboys.
the title is a common command given by the cowboys to his dog when the immediate job is done and he wishes his canine cowpoke to buddy up, and follow him closely
Running Free
My wife and I had the privilege of seeing this group of wildies (up near the head waters of the Williams Creek west of Sundre) on New Year’s Eve day, the day before the report came out of the wild horses being shot. I was able to get a number of photos- the resource for this painting. What a poignant moment
Hidden Valley Ranch
Growing up on this ranch in southern British Columbia was a tremendous privilege. We didn’t have much-we worked hard-we laughed hard and ate regular meals around our large oak oval table, all twelve kids plus Dad and Mom.
This property is in the valley and is bordered by the Shuswap river. Our home was always open and many people enjoyed the atmosphere and hospitality my parents provided.
This piece was composed as one of my brother’s and I remembered it one evening. As he watched football, I sketched. We checked and corrected each other and I consulted a few old photos of buildings that we had. I believe it is quite accurate, but it is more a memory that we had. It is late evening in late summer a season that evokes a sense of the quiet but persistent passage of time. Times have changed, the ranch is no longer ours but the memories we own forever.
That’ll do
I had the privilage of working cows on horseback for four years. For the last two I had a young dog ‘Jake’. Though he was over zealous at times (he and I both attended Stock Dog Training classes at Olds College) he became an invaluable work mate and companion the last summer I ‘pushed’ cows on the large grazing allotment west of Red Deer River Ranches. A good dog is as good as two or three cowboys.
the title is a common command given by the cowboys to his dog when the immediate job is done and he wishes his canine cowpoke to buddy up, and follow him closely
Running Free
My wife and I had the privilege of seeing this group of wildies (up near the head waters of the Williams Creek west of Sundre) on New Year’s Eve day, the day before the report came out of the wild horses being shot. I was able to get a number of photos- the resource for this painting. What a poignant moment