Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " into the sky. The bouyancy (sic) of the weather is lessening - that is -- skywards. There is a certain intangible coolness in the air that savors of wild grapes. We can almost smell fall smoke. / Sept 16, 1914 / The fourth day of clear sparkling weather. Colder this morning. To be able to be afield this weather! / The beauty of Thoreau’s thoughts increases for me every time I open the book. I anticipate reading his Spring, Summer & Winter almost as much as I anticipate an early morning walk in the Dutch- "