Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.086

[inscription reads] " the wooded hills of the Little Beaver Valley; blued by the mists they seem like a part of the sky and do not seem a part of this world. There is nothing quite so beautiful as the rhythm (sic) of those curly trees, one behind, the other, which is exaggerated just above the curve of this meadow, the the heat waves. / Goldfinches are true wind birds. They seem like chaff scattered by the wind & they chipper has the same feeling. / While sitting on a stump my eye catches sight of an “ant-road”, proceeding to its base. On looking here, I see that the chestnut shoots are in- "