The Cold Morning Stroll.

After the bitter cold of the night I wandered down into Lecce with the frost clinging to my winter boots. I was eager to put pen to paper after my winter studies had taken precedent over my traveling and sketching time. On my way toward to ritual circle I noticed a small fortified building, no windows were evident, only a stout door and low battlements set against the near by trees. It seemed a fitting first image to sketch and luckily the rising sun quickly gained strength brushing away the frosts and making my stay a more congenial affair.