My son finds any opportunity to light his red railroad lantern. It is an antique that was given to him as a gift, and he treasures it. At the twilight hour the other night, in rural Ohio, he lit the lantern up to show his great grandmother how it worked. I think that what I like most about this image is the lack of definite sense of time. This could be a moment from 50 years ago, just as easily as it is today.