Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

majestic thunderheads.(HT)Traversing this field, I came to the edge of the hill which I descended. The hillsides for the most part here are covered with moss, which lands an air of ancientness to them as it does to any thing. Flock of grotesque turkeys.The creek here is flat, scarce three or four inches deep, the bed of pebbly stones.(HT)Growing around the edge of a stranded pile of stones I found a peculiar fibrous growth resembling pond scum in appearance. A plant which seemed all root, which were very finely woven like the