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The snow scene was finished and signed long before I decided to give it life with the playful foxes inhabiting the area.
The caboose was a mysterious part of the train to me. Who had the privilege of riding in it? The Brakeman of course, and he conveyed his messages by hand-held flag or lantern signals. He literally rearranged the tracks at the switches as needed while the engineer awaited his signal to “go” or “back up.”
The local markets in Mexico open before dawn. Most are outdoors with tarps stretched over the produce to keep it fresh. I was fascinated with the drape of those tarps and the lighting caused by their translucent quality.