Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " they shattered on the ground. The sun, hour-high, finally breaks thru (sic), and sends a studded shower of glinting drops over the trees and grass. There is no beauty quite so fairy-like as sunlight bursting a fog. Like finely falling snow it is blown about by a breeze, now eastwards & now skywards. / On contemplating entering school again, I have the feeling of being about to enter a rainbow. / 10:40. By train to Cleveland. Scenery along the way a wonderland. There are just enough October reds & yellows "