Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " laughter seeming more so. 1:00 To Three Trees for a half-hour’s cloud sketching. ; Never saw clouds so wonderfully beautiful. Windy day clouds, curling puff like crowns yellowed by the thin upper-air sunlight; edges softened by delicate purple, violets, drab and olive; sky blue-green.; A wave of sunlight running along a road to the north, all around me dark, as it struck each tree, it boomed forth a vivid red, or yellow, so bright & intense I could scarce believe my eyes. Thus it shot eastward, "