Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

sirous of seeing them fly up, I threw a flat stone, which was well aimed, as it landed in their midst. The beauty of the sight that followed is hard to describe - an instantaneous swishing, roaring mass of twinkling bodies, from which glowed brilliant red spots from the males, alighting in the willows close by.To painter Road. Hot & Dusty. A white stripe over the earth! To Lane at Dutchman’s. Sulphur stream bordered with luxur¬iant smartweed, from which comes the steady chorus of katydids - they are so numerous it seems like one steady