Accompanying these travels was my father's ever present whistle. The tune never changed. I asked him what the tune was but he just shrugged. Many years later I asked my mom the name of the tune. Her answer, "Over the Hills and Far Away" - I'm not even sure such a song exists but it certainly fit the situation.
Yesterday I painted this picture, and while I have simplified the name of it, the idea is there. It is of a hill on the road I now travel to visit my mom, but it could be any one of such similar hills in the parklands of Saskatchewan. This is a small painting 10 x 10 " but I hope that some day I can paint a road with many hills and a road reaching into the distance and name it after my father's song.











