Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " Yellow after-glow. / This sunlight is full of music. In repose we imagine the air is full of tinkles - rainbow tinkles, it is only the sunlight. / At a lucky moment in the afternoon, the sun struck a polished kettle-lid, creating a blinding glow, which was halo-ed with a rainbow of light. Where is the vulgar kettle now? Mother said it reminded her of a locomotive gleaming in the sun, the sun-glowing steam from the kettle, the locomotives smoke & steam! / Cold moon-lit night "