I actually remember the last vestiges of the great age of steam. I remember being on the platform of a small country station when the locomotive released all this white steam and my uncle, a railway fireman, warning me not to get too close to it. This piece was done in prismacolor and mostly from memory, but it didn't satisfy me - so I scanned it into my computer and played around with the image until it achieved a dreamlike quality which is the way I remember it and printed it out on Canson Montval w/c paper.