Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " now and then. Smoke shoots southward. Necessary to light the lights for a time. The Equinoctials are brewing? / Noon - A cool wind from the N.W. Fine! / The blue smoke of burning leaves is in the air hovering low over the leaf-yellowed ground. The clatter of wind clinkled (sic) leaves comes down on all sides. I purposely walked close to a smoldering leaf-bonfire and inhaled deeply of the rich-smelling smoke. / Nightwards it grows colder; with the speedy dark "