On the age-old, erosion molded mountain of Alsace rest innumerable vineyards, and picturesque villages nestle comfortably in the valleys...dear memories I wanted to lay down on canvas, and join in my own way the song of the minstrels who travelled along the winding roads between the vineyards from town to village...
“The Vineyard Gate”
“The end house”
“Autumn over the hills”
“Dawn over the vineyards”
