Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " mer mornings at dawn there is always a rush of air from the east or southeast as tho (sic) the retreating shadows created a breeze, like a train. / What a wonderful sky. Not a cloud, unless we call that plum haze at the horizon a cloud! / Sunset powerful. Little color other than a yellow glow. The sky has been cloudless for two days. At evening the air seems warmer. / I cannot keep from thinking of that vision I saw last night. I sometimes imagine I was favored by the gods. I "