Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

long bars of vapor. Without more ado they take their places and the show commences. The clouds in the west gradually become a light yellow and in front of them float splashy violet cloud­whisps. Down near the horizon in a dense bank of purple mists a red spot glows brilliantly then disappears. The color fades; the clouds become grey and brown, the sun disappears.

Act two commences almost without an intermission. Gradually we become conscious of a delicate pink glow behind a leafy screen of trees. All at once the clouds in the east change suddenly to a bright salmon color, which they hold few a few moments. It too, than vanishes sudden and the sun turns his attention to the south-west, where the snatches of mist become a brilliant red. Aye indeed tis a wonderful sight, and looks as tho a giant painter had dipped a brush in some scarlet paint, and in a vagrant mood, had flipped it against the blue sky. The color fades as rapidly as it came. The air grows dark and all sounds