i hear that train a-comin'

I missed by bus on Saturday, which means an hour-long wait for the next one. I didn't see it as an hour lost, more a sketchbook opportunity gained. Just up the road, up the railroad in fact, this train engine was sitting, and so I sat by the lumber yard and sketched it before it could go anywhere. I don't know if it was planning to go anywhere just yet. When I was done, it reminded me of a Top Trumps card or something.

By Pete Scully