Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " in the late sunlight, against a ray-streaked sky. / It is odd wild apples are not marketed. And again not odd either. / It is not until I am thru (sic) sketching an idea, that my hands are cold or my legs cramped. / Found - or rather a small girl drew my attention to - a small snapping turtle in the grass Wednesday. Took it home & put in pail of water. Mother gives it hamburg but it does not notice it, tho (sic) it must have been long without food. Evidently its one idea was to escape to "