He might have gotten lazy or he might not have been feeling well. He did the painting back in the 1980's when he lived in Chama and he did it at a tremendous discount off his going rate. For what I paid, I wasn't going to complain. It wasn't too much longer before he started feeling bad, moved to Santa Fe and came down with cancer, which did him in rather quickly.
At Christmas, 1967 my dad gave me a copy of Narrow Gauge In the Rockies. We had made our first trip there that previous summer and I was hooked at the age of 9 years old. I opened the book to page 86 and stared at that full page spread of the 482 and 470 hammering up the hill for a solid minute. I was never the same. Still love that shot. Rest in peace, Jim.