Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " sunlight fell over the stove and onto the floor. It was such a clear yellow and crystal, that I almost expected to hear it clinkle (sic) as it fell. / Sunlight dancing in musical ellipses over the table - refreshing. It had the wind in it. / This oblique crystal sunshine - its thin yellow light, so clear and golden, as it falls on the crumpled trees and scrawny herbs, has a wonderful effect which I cannot give voice to. / My diary seems to be a journal of the wind sun- "