The old master has laid-in the clouds, palette knife whimsically feathering them against the twilight canvas in a never-to-be-repeated masterpiece of texture and tone, lights and shadows; a one-of-a-kind, one-evening exhibit only for those who revel in the moments before nightfall.
Those who dare venture amongst the still-sweltering finale of daylight find the gallery filled with the delicate swish-and-sway symphony as the tall grasses yield to the southerly summer breezes, their gentle ebb-and-flow melody melds with the cricket’s staccato “Sunset Serenade,” forming the opening piece in “Overture to Night.”
The resident orchestra is exquisite in its rendition of horsepower-over-tonnage as the laboring tempo of throbbing cylinders steadily fills the gallery and begins its irresistible tug upon the heartstrings.
We are swept fully into the scene as the heroine is cast across the canvas, a chiseled separation between land and the heavens, shadows flowing in her wake as she grasps in vain for the last rays of twilight.
As the building crescendo trembles through the earth, we become immersed in the denouement, when luminous hope still glows aloft, and the subtleties of form have yet to become formless.
Drawing deeply from the aromas of molten creosote and parched grasses, it is the last gasp when the faltering day holds its breath.
But the curator is anxious to draw the curtain.
Rick Malo©2019
A hot July, 2019 evening is witness to Union Pacific 8134 moving westbound coal near MP166 west of Kingsbury, Texas.