Swing Shift

Plein air of the only traffic light in our little town. At dusk there is the glow of sunset, traffic lights, cars and the gas station. The view through the old oaks is from the post office. Many an evening after work I picked up my mail and that sunglow often had me stopped in my tracks. Under the single wall lamp and headlamp, I finally set up to paint as people came and went, and got my scene.