Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.026

[inscription reads] " pasture here, thru (sic) which the path runs to a farther corner. / A pasture-field is an oasis in a desert of cultivation. / The cows are browsing their way eastward. / The wind continues still & grows colder, without the sun to temper it. I like to imagine that it has come from the north pole, and has travelled south to us, bringing a little of everything it passed over on its way down – a breath from the Great Lakes. "