It is a sound like no other, rain on the roof, that brings back memories.  In the home that I grew up in, I would lie in bed listening to the rain on the tin roof and the sounds today reminds me of that description, "pitter patter"  I have been struggling with my paintings.  Some of them don't even make it to my basement collection before getting ripped up on the back porch.  Here are a couple of new paintings that are still alive. The restaurant is from a sketch I did at Curran's Restaurant on 42nd and Nicollet, Mpls.  and the other one is an attempt to get the spring feel on Minnehaha Parkway