Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

whole western sky was obscured by a bank of dark clouds. A slight breeze. When I got to the new P.O. Bldg. the wind-storm broke. There was no preliminary warning - one moment of unsuspicious calm, the next moment one of world blotted out in solid avalanche of dust. Thus in one moment we had become isolated. For one short space we were lost in the cloud. Then faintly here & there a tree appeared momentarily & vanished - now a steeple & again some women with flying skirts