Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " looks like June heat waves arising (sic) from those poplars. / An insect haze in the air. Smoke-ghosts towering in the vivid orange west - motionless. / Half-moon, directly south as tho (sic) the level sunrays struck its western half. Blue-sun spokes in the orange. / The plum haze brings chestnut wanderings to the eye. A vague chill, yet it seems warm. We are uncertain. / Train-roarings jar the red-purple horizon; they remain long after the train is gone. "