Union Street, number 69: the home of the old Italian consulate. The blue flag and the official shield are still there above the door on the right. A Fiat 500 is parked on the pavement - just visible behind the tree. Beyond is the roundabout. When the sun shone, it cast crisp shadows across the road and helped to define the pedestrian crossing - but I wasn't quick enough. I'd spent too much time mapping outlines in pencil securing them with black ink. I ran out of time (and warmth) before I could intensify the warm red brick, the yellow autumn leaf, or the darkness of the trunk of the sycamore tree. If the weather holds, I'll return tomorrow. |