Tiny planes in a great sky always seem to be lonely and vulnerable, even when the sky is aflame with the warm colors of a sunset. I made this image to express just such a mood. It reminds me of when I was very young, and my father used to take me down to the railroad tracks to watch the passenger trains roar past in the evening light. I remember the headlight of the train approaching, then a blur, and finally nothing. Those trains are now part of history, but in a sense, it happening again in this image. The fragile plane hangs here in a golden sky, but only for a moment. In an instant it will merge with the black clouds and become only a pair of distant landing lights.