Edward Lamson Henry
Four men sit at a breakfast table under the shadows of a vine-encrusted porch. The woman of the house is carrying another plate of food to the men, and the family dog sits expectantly next to the table hoping for a few scraps. The sky overhead is a bright cerulean blue, and is dotted with a few puffs of cloud here and there. Most of the horizon, however, is filled with greenery.
