Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ing grabbing trees showed dimly - snowstreaked waving masses of whitish green.(HT)Water torrented gutters almost met in the road.Ceased almost as suddenly as it came. The air was so clear and fresh it snapped and even hurt our eyes. Fissures in the clouds were as blinding as the sun.(HT)Maples leaning out over the creamy-foamed gutter-rill dropped water which formed bubbles, that were blown helter-skelter over the water in a very pretty fashion to annihilation at the shore.