Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

but goes south. A slight sprinkle here. Evening to the “tree”Two birds which I think are killdeers fly over - compara­tively small body and long narrow bowed wings. Their grace and beauty of flight is wonderful. Flying in a straight line, without warning they turn at sharp right angles with a grace that has no equal. They seemed born of that sky - of wonderful colors.I will never get over the great varieties of colors this August sky has. There are few of them pure color: where the sun sets we have