Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " in a succession of trees starting forth. / As the sunlight became general, the colors lose in intensity. / Apple trees a fairylike network of silvery sparkles. / To H.W. Thompson’s. Too early. Home again. Sky becomes deeper blue. Air crystal. Blackish trees, thru (sic) which clatters the icy breeze, twinkles with a myriad stars against the blinding white clouds. / To Thompson’s again. When out, air was washed clean – Clouds vanished. / As I was sitting on the mound at noon sketch- "