Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " talking with him. He is strong. / The city has no season but winter & summer apparently at night. / My impression of today is blue trunked trees, fading by their sun-saturated foliage into the sky. / Walk to work & back again. Approaching 105th St, from the west, we see but a starry conglomeration of brilliant glowing lights. / No rainbow around the moon, as last night. / Wilcox had a list of sketches he had sent from Europe, that have been lost or de- "