Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " faintly, not so powerful & strong as in the spring but more poetically. It is a faint sound and coming at this season we are inclined to believe it is our imagination. / F– reports a myriad blackbirds flying northward. / A heavy blue haze on the air. The early sun makes no distinct light on the trees. It seems more like an afterglow than real sunlight, dissapated (sic) as it is. / Early the air is full of white-glowing insects, like snow. / Crowds and dark mists gathering. A stiff breeze "