Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

this out; the sky is a steel grey. Leaves of various trees + plants are becoming rusty. The sun sifts brass dust down upon a hot dusty alkali earth, whose withering brittle-foliaged trees are withal beautiful, in this grand harmony of white heat.(HT)When come out of work sun possibly two hours high yet. The sun, a bright yellow, which strangely does not hurt the eye, is surrounded by a coppery glow, which does not dim the outline of the sun, but rather, enhances it. The sun is hedged in by the curling edges of