Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

White haze on the air. Air full of tiny flies, whose irri­descent wings are whitened in the sun’s rays. They are breeding. Pinny sound of crickets.(HT)As I sit in arbor writing an amateur violinist commences to play. At first I hear only its squeaking wiry sound and it jars. Then he commences to play “Over the waves Waltz”, http://www.nla.gov.au/apps/cdview?pi=nla.mus-an23207576-s1-e and I become rapt as tho hearing grand opera. It was at this season when several years ago, when I commenced making my first collection of butterflies. At the time some people on the