Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 of buttonwood around whose trunks had collected a heap a heap of brush & driftwood. Jim has nice string of fish.(HT)(HT)While idling I notice sunset. - sun a great spot of pure golden yellow - the metaphor seems overworked but the color can be described in no other way. The wind blowing, blowing, thru the yellow light, carries it along & mingling it with the deep blue haze, turns it to a rich brownish purple, and blows it around the trees & bushes.The tree-covered hill to the east catches the yellow light and they present a comb-