This is a topic I wish I could discuss with Fred Dabney. Fred was a Renaissance Man— somebody who knew just about everything about anything. Fred’s been gone a while now, but I still miss going to the radio station where he worked the graveyard shift, playing jazz all night long. We’d drink coffee while discussing the news coming off the teletype.
If there was one topic that Fred was really an expert on, it was trains. I like trains and probably know as much about them as the next historian, but I can’t tell you the difference between a 4-2-0 and a 4-6-0 steam locomotive. Fred could talk about that for days. (I’m lying—I do know the difference but could only talk about it for a couple of minutes.) I wonder what Fred would say about Edward Hopper’s fascination with trains.
Yes—Edward Hopper, the American artist, whose paintings primarily explore themes of isolation, solitude, and the alienation of modern life. His work often depicts stark urban and rural scenes—empty diners, gas stations, theaters, or lone figures in rooms—with everything bathed in dramatic light and shadow. These settings evoke a sense of loneliness, quiet contemplation, or disconnection, that reflect the emotional undercurrents of early-to-mid-20th-century America. The most famous of his works is Nighthawks (1942).
If you’ve ever stared at a Hopper painting and felt an odd sense of loneliness, introspection, or the creeping suspicion that the guy at the diner counter is thinking deeply about the futility of it all… congratulations. You’ve been Hoppered. But amidst his sunlit isolation and moody diners lies another, often overlooked motif: the train.
That’s right—Edward Hopper’s trains are more than just steel and steam and they are not merely background scenery or a means to get from here to there. Instead, they are symbolic workhorses, quietly chugging away with emotional freight. Whether nestled on a track behind a country house or slicing through a gloomy overcast landscape, Hopper’s trains whisper stories about time, distance, longing, and that deeply American itch to move—even if we're not sure where to.
Let’s begin with the basics. Trains are literal vehicles, but in Hopper’s world, they are also emotional vehicles—rolling metaphors for departure, arrival, waiting, and wondering. For a man obsessed with stillness, Hopper had a surprisingly kinetic undercurrent running through his work. Trains, in this context, act as symbols of transition, offering movement in otherwise frozen moments.
Take Railroad Sunset (1929), in which a lone signal tower basks in a garish sunset, and the track extends out of sight to both sides of the painting. Paradoxically, the train, itself, is absent—conspicuously so—but the train is missing in many of Hopper’s “train” paintings. The glowing sky suggests that the train is either coming or has just gone. It’s a portrait of in-betweenness, of anticipation hanging in the air like steam from an engine that’s just passed. Here, the tracks (and the train we can only imagine) become a symbol of a dividing line—between day and night, solitude and contact, home and elsewhere.It’s impossible to talk about Hopper’s trains without addressing the American mythology of the railroad. Trains helped tame the West, connected small towns, and served as backdrops for tearful goodbyes and hopeful hellos. In the collective American psyche, they are almost spiritual. They represent progress—and its discontents.
In Chair Car (1965), Hopper paints the inside of a railway car with passengers scattered like chess pieces. No one speaks. Everyone stares out the window or into space, even though nothing can be seen out the windows. The seats are plush, the lighting is warm, and yet—there’s a heaviness. The passengers are traveling together, but they are also clearly traveling alone. Are these people going somewhere? Or are they merely enduring the ride? Is the train even moving?Hopper’s trains aren’t the heroic beasts of industrial triumph ushering in a new age. They’re more introspective. They reflect a deeply personal American contradiction: the desire to roam versus the longing to belong. The train offers escape, yes—but it also implies disconnection. It moves, but it never promises arrival.
In Hopper’s universe, even train stations throb with symbolism. Consider Approaching a City (1946). The canvas shows the view from a train approaching an almost featureless tunnel beneath looming urban buildings. The city feels impersonal and closed off, without a single person visible. The viewer doesn’t get to see the other isolated people inside the train; we only see the train’s passage—the mechanical act of entry into something unknown.The station—normally a place of hustle, ticket stubs, welcoming kisses and final embraces—is stripped of both motion and emotion. Hopper often preferred to paint the moments before or after the train arrives. Waiting is a recurring mood. It becomes a metaphor for human existence: we’re always waiting for something—love, clarity, purpose, or perhaps the next train out of town.
Even The Camel’s Hump (1931), which features no train at all, but merely a glimpse of rail line in a rural setting, carries the ghost of movement. Hopper once said he was interested in the “sad desolation of a railroad track.” That track, curving off into nowhere, becomes the physical embodiment of uncertainty. The setting for this painting is in Massachusetts, near Hopper’s studio. Did the abandoned tracks symbolize isolation to the artist?A recurring theme in Hopper’s paintings is the view from the window—and nowhere is this more poignant than when one is seated on a train. The window becomes a moving frame, slicing the world into a series of digestible vignettes. The train window is both a portal and a barrier: it allows the viewer to see out, but not to engage. This is peak Hopper—engaged detachment.
In Compartment C, Car 293 (1938), a young woman sits reading, oblivious to her surroundings. She is the embodiment of the solitary traveler. Outside the window, the world slips past unacknowledged. It’s a quiet meditation on interior life amid exterior motion. That the compartment is labeled and numbered—"Car 293"—hints at the industrial impersonality of modern travel. And yet, inside, it’s deeply human, even if isolated.Let’s not ignore the fact that many of Hopper’s train-centric works feature solitary women—reading, gazing, traveling. In a time when women's mobility was becoming more socially acceptable, trains offered independence. These female figures often look lost in thought, but they also exude a kind of quiet autonomy. Hopper doesn’t portray them as helpless waifs or glamorous adventuresses, instead, they’re ordinary women in extraordinary states of self-possession. The train offers a space for personal freedom, though it carries a heave dose of isolation.
In many Hopper paintings, time stands still. But the presence of trains—whether visible or just implied—serves as a reminder that time is always passing. The train tracks lead somewhere. The people are en route to some place. The signal tower is lit for something expected.
There’s a gentle irony to this: Hopper, the painter of frozen moments, uses the symbol of the train—a machine of relentless motion—to underscore stillness. The train is always coming or going, even if we never see it. It’s the heartbeat beneath the surface of his quiet worlds.
Ultimately, Hopper’s trains aren’t about transportation—they’re about transformation. They represent the soul in transit, the mind on a journey, the heart caught between departure and destination. They’re symbols of possibility and loss, of progress and estrangement, of the uniquely human condition of being neither here nor there, but somewhere in between.And let’s face it: there’s a bit of wistful romance to the whole thing. Who hasn’t watched a train slip past and thought, “Where is it going? Should I be on it? Would that solve anything—or just change the view from the window?”
Edward Hopper’s trains are subtle but powerful. They carry with them more than people—they carry questions. Are we moving toward something, or away from it? Are we passengers in our own lives? Will the conductor ever explain the delay?
So, the next time you see a train in a Hopper painting, don’t just admire the brushwork. Lean in. Listen for the low clickety-clacking rumble of thought. It may be whispering something you’ve felt but never put into words.
And if all this seems like a huge load of symbolism to load onto just a few tracks and a quiet car, remember—Hopper’s real subject was never actually the train. It was always us.