There is a busy fire station on 8th St, about six blocks from us, and just a block away from the Old Naval Hospital. I've often seen the big shiny engines peel out and race off, sirens wailing and lights flashing.
One time, though, there was what seemed to be an old classic engine parked in the alley next to the station. It was still big and red and shiny, but rounded, simpler, less festooned. It had wonderful old-fashioned silver horns like trumpets, which reflected the sky, the fenders, the street, and itself.
I used six different layers, pictured below, plus a few special effects to produce the final piece. Some of the layers are barely perceptable in the final piece.
Nancy Freeman is a native of California who lives now in Washington, DC. A lifelong artist, she paints portraits and other commissions for a living, which keeps her traditional skills tuned and supports her decades-old obsession with computer art, and pastel painting.
She is currently using her 15th, 16th, 17th, and 18th computers, but remembers when Dick Tracy had to make do with a two-way wrist radio.