New Utrecht Ave Station.

This charming old train station with green balls looked utterly uninhabited and even dangerous, when I showed up there visiting someone by foot. But adorable green balls and little stained glass decorations created some mysterious aura, so pleasurable for drawing, so I did, despite few strange men in old car asking me for my cell to make a call, and I gave it, feeling weird; one guy, looking a bit italian, in his thirties, he was silent, listening to something on my phone, but my first respond is to trust people, people are good by nature.
So it was all good, I was left alone and I have this drawing as a memory of that day. Diamine ink, couple of Kuretake pens and drop of watercolor for the sky.