Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

dignified thunderheads, attaining a dignity & majesty which I think only must be equaled by mountains. Their “base” is lost in the haze at the horizon. To the north is a fanshaped bank of clouds which is only distinguished from the sky by its white feathery edge, which is sending filmy tendrils into the sky.(HT)The creek lined with rank swamp grasses, cat-tails, butterfly weeds & willows. By a wide, smooth place in the stream I sit down under ash. A school of two inch minnows. Something