Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " The sun is long in appearing. / As we come to brink of ridge the sun roars forth from the tip of the treesy Dutchman’s hill, echoing & re-echoing thru (sic) the columns of mist, jarring from the glistening trees a shower of dew that shattering in a blady cat-tail swamp, broke into a host of blackbird chirpings. / Our walk extended along this ridge & I watched the Dutchman’s more than I looked for mushrooms. / From the Bottom’s came song of rose-breasted gros- "