Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " yet I admit the possibility of failure sometimes. I contemn myself. / Jupiter surrounded by a white glow seen better when not looking directly at it. Where do the clouds go at night? Milky Way plain. Are they made of light? A vague misty light in the air. It is pleasant to go along this country road at night. / Music effects me more than any of the arts: painting, sculpture, poetry. It affects me almost as much as sunlight, or wind or rain. "