Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " man’s. / At noon on these clear September days, the sky near the horizon opposite the sun, is blackish. If I do not look directly at it I have the impression that the sky is blackened by an approaching storm. / September sun fall thru (sic) the trees sends a pattern of over-lapping ellipses across the sidewalk. / I find I am calm and serene of thought. I do not know why unless this prolonged serene weather has an effect on me. "