Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " The like of the vision I saw I can only liken to a sunstorm; as tho (sic) sunshine was being blown, like snow, by the wind. In a whirling mass it glittered thru (sic) the trees, sometimes indeed appear¬ing like snow, and again like water gliding down tree trunks in a blinding streams. The trees foliage was whirled and became a part of the “storm,” next the fields began to shift in a circling motion, but always was that whirling of the sunshine. All at once the air was full of birds, inflated with sunshine, flying not as regular birds but in the same "