Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] land. There was one moment - as we paused in a woods and I heard the wind in the top-branches overhead and a crow’s cawing that I was almost overcome with a longing for solitude to be absolutely alone. It only destroyed the beauty of the day momentarily however and I soon recovered. but it has given me a glympse (sic) of what seems like a lost world to me. / Farther south, the altitude increased and we saw more of the lake - a cool deep blue, with sun quivered plum hazed