CoffeeShop Blues: 2015 Traveler's Edition - Page 95

Jeremy Frost Plein air Sunday I walk into Sunday’s garden, barefooted, weekday’s grime left at the gate. The morning is sweet with the coolness of night, puddles in shadows seeping deep into brown-black earth, van dyke browns, rich with an undertone of red color my brush dips into, the afternoon a canvas I dream on. Ponte Vecchio, Florence, Italy 95