Trains toot their horns as they pass through our town on this old railroad since the mid-1800’s. You can hear the sound of the trains rumbling over the tracks, their horn blaring, throughout the town. At first it was loud, but the sound quickly becomes almost reassuring, a reminder of places been and places to go. I painted this on a bright warm morning, and of course had to hold on to my easel as the trains blew past.
