Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

our souls. (HT)As the sun mounts noonward, the clouds begin to break. A cool wind - sunlight intensely bright & shadows black.Overheard JRB & I discussing the “sport” of fishing. J.L. defined it as the moment when the angler felt a slight nibbling On the line. JRB’s was not much different. His was the moment when the cork goes slowly under and the angler is in a thrilling state of doubt whether it is a bite or not. J.L. said there was nothing in catching a bushel. This is right