Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

carriage, autos, motorcycles, and what not go by in endless succession, to sift this dirt down here, a bed at last for the carp.(HT)Scrubby pasturage continues. I was surprised & delighted at the great quantities of birds here. I emerged from under the bridge in time to see five crows fly overhead - there is poetry in the sight of their shrinking black bodies in the pale sky over the sun gilded trees at night. Swallows, skimming low over the ground in their silvery bat-like flight were numerous. To get that silver film on their wings