Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " Heard screech-owl while sun was yet high. Sounds not so uncanny by day.; To swamp. Sun gone behind hill. Sunset yellow, & plum-colored. Damp coolth (sic) of swamp air refreshing. / Darkness comes rapidly. As it settles down two stars pop forth, one low in the west, one high in the east. / The night chorus comes up out of the soft dark fields. / Surprised to hear “wee-wee-wee-“ of my unknow tree frogs(?) / Catbirds complaining. / A man singing in the heat of the Dutchman’s "