Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " in my soul paramount to the beauty of the cerias? Is the beauty I see abstract, untempered by the trial of years. Yes! If I can at the end of life see the sunlight tossing thru (sic) the wind-riddled foliage and feel that it is the highest thing – success! Then will it have attained the beauty of the buttercup or dandelion. / Sept. 24, 1914. / Noon split the clouds, revealing a blue-green west. / The clouds have thunderish shapes. They seem painted to the sky. / The choked up sunshine "