Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " Sept. 22, 1914. / A fresh cool morning. A slight dew. Thin-sparkled grass. / The air is full of falling poplar leaves. The ground is covered under the trees - a yellow-mottled ground. They fall straight down in a whirling fashion. They do not twinkle sunshine as they fall. The thinning trees form a lacy screen against the sky. / Noonwards come compact whitish fire-edged thunderish clouds. This is I believe the hottest day of the year. The warmest place I believe "