|"End of the Line," 6 x 6 acrylic on gallery-wrapped canvas|
"I wanna 'Boose!" I'd exclaim as a kid when a caboose would pass by as we sat waiting at a railroad crossing.
I always notice cabooses—especially red ones. I miss them. They're icons of my youth, Why? They were part of the mystery of growing up, I guess.
I still paint them, and write about the, I've fantasized about having one in my back yard to escape, write, read and paint. Ah well.