Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " hill. Sounds oddly pleasant. / Homeward. Upland it is oppressively warm. / September 20, 1914 / A sultry day. Sky cloudless. Little breeze. Z-ing of katydids fills the air. / Reminiscent of yesterday afternoon: A pair of crows far to the north flying low above the bluish-purple woods in the rose haze. While idly along Posts two fly low over-head and I hear the thumping pulse-like whirring roar of their wings. The first I ever heard them so, it was a revelation to me. / There is a peculiar hot "