Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " perhaps accentuated by the blindingly white clouds. / Tho (sic) the effect of the sunset was a rich mustardy yellow, yet the air westward was full of delicate rainbow colors, that were beautiful. The air, as it has been several nights past, was full of silently twinkling blackbirds. Always at sunset; I think they must be going to some temporary rendesvous (sic). / Saw a “night-blooming cerias (?spelling?). The way people flock around flowers of this sort and spurn the dandelion under "