Bob Harris Fine Art

Oil Painting by My Dad  (on the left) With His Two Brothers. Ed and John As a youngster, I always liked drawing. If I could get my hands on a scribbler or pad of paper, I was drawingpicturesof rocks, lakes and trees. Spending a lotof time with Dad in the bush. hunting, fishing and trapping. I grew up in awe of our surroundings. Over the years, because of where we grew up in and around Dorion, Ontario, we experienced a lot of epic scenery. Years later, after I retired home from working with Bell Canada. With a hammer, a saw and some wood on hand, I built  myself a standing floor easel! With many many more photos of those memorable scenes, I started oil painting.  As the decades passed our walls, slowly filled with painting after painting. Each one becoming a window to each memory of childhood and beyond. Eventually as the walls filled, our closet did as well. With storage spaces limited, I was glad when my oldest daughter, Anita said she would help me do something with the...