The quiet majesty of the Kingston Point Rail Trail at dusk. Icy, deep blues and purples of the snow-lined foreground push against the fiery amber, crimson, and golden light of the setting sun. From a favorite walk along the Hudson River where tracks run on a narrow isthmus allowing river views on both sides. In winter moving ice floes creak and moan.

The piece serves as a meditation on the passage of time, in the fleeting nature of sunsets and the transformation of the region’s industrial past into a walking trail of enduring beauty.