Another Drawing of the B&O Station

This time, it's one of mine. It was done in 1990, ten years after moving out of town. Even now, whenever I think about drawing something, I think back to my time in the old town for my inspiration. It reminds me of one of my favorite contemplations about art, and that is: Why is it that we toil endlessly at a job for small amounts of money, when we can just pick up a pencil and a piece of cardboard, and make something worth $100 just about anytime we feel like it?