12″×16″ watercolor on Arches 140# cold press. Another in a series of depot paintings in Waxahachie. I set up shop in the shady breezeway of the old Rock Island station looking south towards the Katy.

The trains still roll between these two architectural gems. They just don’t stop anymore. How I wish they did. And I would gladly trade the Hell-a-shish horn of the freight train for the quaint sound of a steam locomotive. I don’t blame them for using them, what with i-pods and car speakers keeping people from hearing them. But they are beyond belief loud.