Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

forceful sunrays.(HT)The cutting of the wheat has allowed the rabbit’s foot clover togrow and their brilliant pink heads, sparsely scattered about, a vague pink bluer among the stubble.(HT)I walk along edge of Farqhuars. This is one of the charms of a cool morning - walking in the shade where the dew is not all gone, where the wind is cold, and we can look out across the Beaver Valley, which lies quivering in the bright hot sunlight.(HT)Orbweavers are obstructing every aisle in the woods - silver triangular bodied