My grandfather was the local blacksmith In my hometown of Olga, North Dakota. I hears so many stories about my grandpa and his blacksmith shop. This painting is a composite of several pictures and memories of his old blacksmith shed. My second painting I did was of my grandfathers shop. The group that introduced me to painting and the Brush Bunch thought I was “nuts” to tackle such a project. It did turned quite well and I framed it like the outside of the shop. The painting that is shown is hanging in my son-in-law’s home office in Paulsbo, Washington. When working on this picture I was thinking of the old shed after grandpa retired from blacksmithing, I just remembered him pumping the bellows to create flames to heat up some metal that he pounded into the shape he wanted, he puffed as much and as loud the bellows. My idea, for this painting, was looking out of the window of his blacksmith shop with the hanging old horse hames along with the curry comb, spider webs, one of grandpa’s famous horse shoes and the nesting Sparrow.