Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " breeze. / P.M. With brothers & sisters to Pinehollow & Posts. / A hawk truly expresses this wide windswept season. Saw a pair circling high overhead in the sky. If one watches them enough he soars also. / This is the season of fairyland of idealism. The horizon seems lowered as tho (sic) we saw more sky. At times the hawk turns edgewise & is lost to sight, as tho (sic) he had dissolved into the sky. / Faintly - in the morning mist - the now vague call of a meadowlark. / The cricket chorus is still "