Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " around in a scummy haze and some of which condensed on grass blades in sparkling frost dew. / One imagines he never inhaled such air or sunshine. / Wet spots on a tar-roof a deep but brilliant blue. / Sky pale & whispy. / Mists at horizon. Sun whitened houses looking eastward. / Sunsaturated smoke hovers lazily around./ Noonwards & afternoon sky becomes smeary white & hazy. Sunlight dim. Tinny “cheweenp” of goldfinches fill the air. "