I love fall. I'm lucky enough to be living in a tree-friendly part of town, where maples and other un-identified trees have been growing freely for the last 50-70 years, cracking sidewalks, swallowing fences and clogging sewers. This summer though, the city started cutting down some of them, mostly because their core had become hollow and were leaning dangerously towards the street. The big bumpy maple in front of my house is marked with an orange paint line and it made me very sad when I saw this. But its trunk is eaten by big ugly mushroom and its branches are slopping down, sadly.
But where the city has very little rights, its for trees in backyards. Having a lot more space, less stress and much more love, some of these giants grow up to be twice as high as triplexes and turn the alleys into little forests. In fall, their leaves cover the litter and the cracked pavements.
I drew this yesterday morning, after reviewing some of the terrible photos I've taken the week before, of said trees in alleys. I thought that if I couldn't capture it on film, I'd do it on paper.
Pen and markers on tracing paper.