I was still in the Air Force when we moved to Port Tobacco. After that came two other careers each of which required me to spend the vast majority of my time and attention elsewhere. The Port Tobacco River was a place to go boating on or to dine beside. I paid attention to old tobacco barns but not much else. The river’s watershed was the blur that slid by my car windows in the wee hours of the morning or at dusk as I negotiated the increasingly crowded roadways between home and work. We had a boat that we used to tour and ski up and down the river with friends. We wondered how safe the water really was when our eyes burned and the water tasted funny, but that was about it. I used herbicides and fertilizer way too much in my attempt to have a lawn like I thought I should have instead of what nature seemed to want. Even though I considered myself to be environmentally conscious, I was, for the most part, oblivious to the health of the land and the water where I lived. I suspect a good many people living here find themselves caught in that same cycle of property, work, family, sports, and entertainment that leaves little time for the actual attention to the stewardship of our watershed. When my wife, Sherie, retired from her career as a registered nurse in 2001, she immediately began studying to become a Maryland Master Gardener. Along the way she joined the fledgling Port Tobacco River Conservancy and got involved in testing for bacteria in the water within the watershed. I followed. She and I visited sites all over the watershed from Waldorf to Port Tobacco. We were ultimately involved in various forms of water testing for almost a decade. At some point I realized that I might be able to make a different kind of contribution, a contribution that might utilize my recently reclaimed interest in art to help others to more deeply understand this place where we live. By that time, I had painted the Legend of the Blue Dog. Could I help in the restoration of the Port Tobacco River by painting scenes from the river and its surroundings? Could I accurately capture what life was like on the river in the mid 1700s before the river silted in and Port Tobacco slid into the backwaters of the economic and political life of the new United States? I decided to try. This website tells the story of my journey toward that goal through the paintings I have completed to date.