Or actually, my renassiance, if I may be so grandiose. But once again I have ideas that excite me, back to back and waiting in line.

So, I’ll share my latest, which I’m having a hard time finding a title for.

It is a scene from a train ride, from coming back from visiting my brother.

I call it the choo-choo train, because that’s what it is, so to speak. It has a diesel engine because the tracks are not electrified (Is that a real word?) Every street crossings, it toots.

The train starts out from an urban area, past parking lots, condominiums, and office buildings. Eventually, it passes factories and homes. Then, finally, it passes woodlands.

This particular time, I saw an idea as we rolled past the trees.

And I still can’t think of a title for it.