Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " Watch my watery poplars thru (sic) the morning. How wonderful & beautiful they are, that they pass unnoticed. / The poplars at Vine St are more wonderful than at any time yet. The foliage being thinned, the sun has access to every waxen leaf. Think of every leaf on a tree turning to stars! — a shower of sun-crystal dew clattering thru (sic) the webby branches! - in inland ice-water lake sparkled with wind-flipped sunshine! - reflections of silvery rippled rill running like fire over transparent jewell–weed "