In Sunday Evening, he pushes the complex into the background under a striated sky. We look along a truncated bridge that seems to end in midair. In Stillwater: Spring the complex is similarly subordinate, seen through the arches of a railroad viaduct, with most of the painting taken up by a still body of water littered with debris and reflecting a pinkish sky.
The most optimistic and fanciful of the quartet is A Fine Fall Day, a view from a ridge down a sloping field to houses in the middleground and the steel mill way, way beyond, barely visible. Punctuating this view, the most effusively colored of the four and the purest landscape, are three peacocks, including one perched on a tree limb in the foreground.