Grannie

My grandmother was the ultimate multitasker. Up before dawn, milk the cow, fix breakfast on a wood burning stove, make the biscuits from scratch, clean up the mess, go to the fields, leave there at 10:30 am, walk home and fix a substantial meal, clean up the mess, go back to the field, back at dusk dark, fix supper, clean up the mess, wash clothes, and still have time to relax. I'm tired just from typing what all she did. This is her when she was 45 and me when I turned 45. I never did pick much cotton.  vesit charlessims.webs.com

Starbuck

Starbuck is a Checzoslavakian Shepherd, with K-9 in his bloodline. Minds better than any dog I have ever had. When I clear out an area on the place here, I pile the brush and limbs where they can dry out. After a few months I will burn the pile and clean it up. In the meantime, rats and chipmunks make their burrows and nests in there. Starbuck and Dakota have a grand time digging up and chasing the varmits. In the ditch beside the last pile, the dirt is soft and red. Starbuck is black, but after about 5 minutes he is red with dirt. As a result of digging and swimming in the ponds every day, he gets eye infections. To treat this, Sheila gives him eye drops with a dropper. He hates this with a passion. When she comes around with the dropper in her hand he heads the other way.

     Always a very loving and happy dog, he runs to greet you everytime you come outside. One day I had them out of the pen in the front yard, and Sheila came out into the garage. Starbuck heard her and ran to meet her. The garage floor is polished concrete and very slick, especially when you have long nails on your paws. When she lifted her hand, he got a look at the dropper. Well, he tried to stop, but the floor was to slick, and he had to much speed built up. When he saw that he could not stop in time, he dropped his butt to the floor to stop. Well, that worked out very well, because when he did stop he was at Sheila's feet on his butt, sitting with his head up looking at her with wide open eyes. That was the easiest time she ever had of treating his eyes. He did not learn his lesson, though, because he still runs up to us at breakneck speed just to say hello. 
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Feed Wagon

    Gone are the days of having to go to town on a wagon, pulled by mules, to do any type of business.  today it is more convienent to jump in the truck, turn a key, put it in gear and mash the gas.  back then you had to catch the mules, put on the harness, sit in the cold and smell the gas.  I still think back then was better.  Visit charlessims.webs.com

Looking Beyond

     In 2004, I did a fantasy drawing of an archway overlooking a waterfall.  The drawing was pen and ink.  A few days ago a watercolorist named Warren Thompson took the drawing and added color to it.  I think that he did a wonderful job. Visit charlessims.webs.com to view other artwork.

Eagle in Flight

     I have painted many eagles on turkey feathers, but this is my first attempt on canvas.  The size is 10x16 inches and is painted with oil paint.  Please visit charlessims.webs.com to view other art by me.

Blue Chevy Pickup

    You never know what you will find when you head off down a dirt road in southeast Alabama.  This old house was boarded up with plywood, part of the chimney broken off and furniture left on the porch.  At one time this was a nice family home, much different from the one that I was born in.  This house was still in pretty good condition, compared to some that I have seen.  Those have the roofs fallen in, the porches laying down in front and part of the floor missing.  The truck was in what shape, no one knows.  I do know that the back left wheel was missing.
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Rooster on Turkey feather

Not to often do you see a rooster painted onto a turkey's small tail feather.  I had a hard time getting this one to stand still long enough to paint this on his butt.  Please visit charlessims.webs.com to view this and other types of art, including wood carvings.