It happens every year about this time…the view from my living room window mocks me.  The leaves fall, revealing one of the most beautiful, famous scenes anywhere.  Something I’ve tried and tried again to capture.  The Manhattan skyline.

It mocks me.

Some of my failures:

 

 

I must do this scene justice before I die.  Otherwise, my troubled soul will wander the Outer Boroughs of New York City.

A sketch: