A view across the street in the early morning

In the morning light

In the last light

A quick sketch of our flowerbed

Peony

Roses by the name of Morden Centennia

Roses by the name of Morden Blush

Roses

A glimpse through the patio

In the middle of a summer storm

Again Ping's rock garden

Ping's rock garden

A glimpse from our patio

Our house in the morning

Standing across the street I painted this view of our house in the morning sunlight.

Crocus Plains Reginal Secondary School

It is only fitting to paint this building again of Crocus Plains High School since it will be the most memorable day for its class of 2009 students who will graduate formally at today's convocation at Keystone Center. Good luck and best wishes to all of you!

Crocus Plains Reginal Secondary School

Against Strong gust of wind I painted in acrylic today a view of Crocus Plains High School.

Last glow of the day

Painted in acrylic around 8 p.m when the backyard was in the glow of evening sunset.

sky brooding with an impending sunderstorm

Before the sunset

Painted this view of my house against the dazzling sunlight in the late afternoon.

Airing our laundry

Airing our laundry outdoor in our backyard means summer is here finally. It was quite hot in the morning and we switched on air conditioning today for the first time.

In the morning sunlight

In the dazzling sunlight

On Assiniboine River in the evening

After a storm in the evening

A pot of gerainium against evening sky

In the last light

An outdoor party

At the end of the day

A Brandon Skyline

18 years ago today, I bid farewell to my wife and then two-year old daughter , to the rest of my extended family and friends, and to a 30 years of my life in China, and came to Brandon of all the places in Canada! not realizing it would take me almost five years before I could reunite with my wife and daughter again! It was the most exciting passage of my life as well as the most agonizing one! Joy and sorrow mingled on that unforgettable day when the sadness of saying goodbye to the loved ones and leaving them behind and the excitement of looking forward to a brand new start in my life ahead converged in my heart. It is only fitting for me to paint this view today at this time of the day for it was precisely this time of the day 18 years ago I first set my eyes on Brandon when the Greyhound bus I rode on came to a stop at Downtown Brandon at about 8 pm, on June 13, 1991. The uncertain and unknown future on that day then suddenly is the history now.

Upon opening our door