Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

pink & white - but the August sky! That surpasses all. It is a if the complexity of Nature at this season were some how reflected there.(HT)I know of few things so stirring as the poetry of distance. To look out over an illimitable space towards the horizon and behold the succession of overlapping trees, blackish green close at hand, fading by almost imperceptable degrees into the sky - life holds few greater beauties. August as a sultry month, to be dreaded, deemed so by the unthinking unseeing unhearing popular mind.