Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " was at the head of Vine, which is slightly inclined just enough so that the sun’s rays strike it at perfect right angles. The fire laden rays of the sun struck the hot pavement and bounded back in sultry heat waves. / Silver maples, & white birches are becoming yellow-drenched. / The yellow-soaked silver maples are dropping their leaves. Contrary to my custom, I walked down the east side of Vine in order to walk thru (sic) the leaves under the poplars there. The odor of green "