Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

endlessly. Storm in southeast. The same softness that blends the August sky touches the lightning. The livid streaks in the tawny sky are attended by a wonderful hazy glow as if they shoved thru a gauze screen. It is not a haze in the air - overhead the milky way shows plainly. The majesty - the power of a lightning lit mass of storm-clouds! It is beyond belief! Each flash lights up those calm curling clouds with a sort of orange-rose light, with endless variations of color. It seems like some distant