In Diesel 3889 Creeping Through the Weeds, I saw an odd contrast of a powerful engine struggling with its load ingloriously through weeds.
These engines perform minor miracles hauling tons of goods across America. The men and women who bring the food and goods to our homes are represented by these behemoths. Yet their performance is not visible in stadiums with vibrant colors, or near neatly mowed boulevards within modern centers. They toil near the backstreets and derelict buildings of America's past. They creep through the weeds where no one cares about upkeep (save for the rail company that moves the goods).
Diesel 3889 is created with cool inks in the sky, the warm colors of the BSNF railroad, and the earthy greens of our good earth. Vague pieces of trash that poison our planet are hinted in the weeds.
Photograph and ink treatment by Jim Rode. FridayNightArt