So here's the view from my friend's guest bedroom - first the real thing, on a lovely and verdant spring morning:
and here's my version of it, looking stiff and awkward I think:
I go back and forth to the City a lot. The train out of Maplewood was late, so I had the time to do this one while I waited on the platform:
That's kind of my usual style, I guess - untidy skinny lines and color. I try to do things in other ways - the view out the bedroom window was an attempt not to use ink, just capture detail in color - but I never think much of them. Maybe someday I'll get to where I can control the style of my work, the way some people can control the accent of their speech, or their image? It would take a lot of work.
The train finally came, and it's 45 minutes into town at least, so I had time for this one, too:
In the usual style - including the yellow thrown around for highlights!