...in assuming that the two paintings I showed you here were done by the same man (my great-grandfather) as the one that is my favourite of the many pictures adorning the walls at my parents'.
In fact, as far as I know, the very talented person who painted this beautiful water colour (at least I think that's what it is) was no relative of ours. I can't decipher the name on the bottom right of the picture and will have to ask my parents when I'll go there for lunch in a bit.
But now, the painting:
Not easy to take a photo of a painting behind glass, but I think you can appreciate its beauty in spite of the reflections.
It is fairly large, and a closer look at some detail shows how well done it is:
Isn't it beautiful? With the cheerful colours of the vase and flowers, it brightens up any room (not that my parents' place is dark, quite the contrary!).
And brightening up is certainly what we can all do with in this never-ending winter!
Addendum: The painter's name was Hartnagel (which is German for "hard nail"). He was indeed not a relative of ours, but lived in the neighbourhood. I am sure there is a story behind how that painting ended up in our possession, we just didn't have enough time for it today during my lunch break (meaning I remembered too late that I wanted to ask about it). Maybe my Mum will enlighten us here :-)