Even industrial realty can be yours, just for the poaching. Make many visits (in this case, a dozen) to a site at approximately the same time of day. This was the "magic hour" late Summer, West Sacramento, 1996. By the time this oil painting (12" x 24") was finished, I felt completely at peace with these surroundings. I knew that no other mortal had stood exactly there and watched patiently for the subtle changes of light and color that the sinking sun brought to that little corner of the world. The following year, this painting won an award at the California State Fair, where I was the official sign painter during the late '80s.