The "painter" part of "DetroitPainter" is, indeed, literal: he not only paints, but he paints beautifully. (Did you ever finish that painting?) Like so many of us, he juggles many hobbies and responsibilities, and I suspect he doesn't paint as much as he'd like to.
He writes with abundant affection for all the things that occupy his time: for his children, for his wife, for his religion, for his friends, for his religion, for his music, for his cars -- and even for his work, if not for all the particular details of his job. This recent essay not only explains a bit of engineering jargon in a way even I could understand, but uses it as a metaphor regarding life and Christianity. While he is not afraid to state his beliefs, he is not, in my experience, given to diatribes against either people or ideologies, which makes it even stranger that his journal has been recently graced by trolls.
But I have never seen a response to a troll as graceful, or sincere, or gentle, as his.
It's a pleasure knowing you, DetroitPainter. Thank you for coming into my life.