Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] one or two clovers, sweetgrass clover abundant. / The remote sunshine, eveningwards, striking us so levelly seemed to stream all over the earth, thru (sic) the age-flattened sparkled grass thru (sic) the wind-thinned trees, thru (sic) the distant blue lake, thru (sic) our very souls drenching our minds with its October purity. / A sluggish cricket or two. A grasshopper. A bee on a dandelion. / By car home, tho (sic) I longed to walk. Last night Travis against Bob & I in an