Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " I saw the horrible girdles close to the ground. I winced as with bodily pain. Almost constantly leaves were falling, not jarred by the breeze. They were tears I doubt not as they fell heavily straight downward. Ground underneath yellow-speckled. Leaf-dotted ground. Leaf-starred lawns. / Noon sky perfectly clear and blue. Sun oppressive. Katy-dids. / P.M. to Post’s, & and Pine hollow sketching. / A warm almost sultry September afternoon. Breeze from North or northeast. "