Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 slanted by a delicate breeze.The sun makes slight headway and disappears altogether at times.We leave road at bridge one mile north of Albany. The other three start to fish. I go in search of raspberries.Thimbleweeds - both white and yellow varieties - are in bloom & going to seed. The teasel-like heads, sprayed with dew attract the eye as much as the flowers themselves.Bobwhites, chewinks, redwings and songsparrows commence to sing.Bah-ing of sheep & lowing