In 1986, after I had moved to Seattle, I took a trip to see my friend William Dubin in San Diego. I did several paintings there, including a smaller version of this, and then a larger one stretching out the composition. It's a scene near the beach, up the coast a bit. It was hot, and this odd triangular parking lot, out in the middle of nowhere, intriqued me. It's just beyond a railway, and didn't seem to have a purpose.