Southern France?

No, it's a sprawl-mall parking lot. Most days at lunch, I spend them in my car, drawing, till I fall asleep, returning to work with post-nap depression. I drew these trees in April, when it was a thrill to see leaves on trees! It is a sketch, though, and not a successful composition, since everything in the drawing is pointing to the right with nothing to reward the viewer once they're there.
Look, I'm trying to be open and honest and reveal sketches that work and some that don't . I'm not whining, in fact, a little disclosure is good for developing a comfortable relationship with other people. Think of it as a glimpse of the rapidly-aging-man-behind-the-curtain. I'm not so intimidating now, am I?