Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] are yet leafy. / Continue sketching while the blue wind & sunshine stream over the earth flooding me with happiness. / To North Pond. Sticky water dripping down on the mossy cold rocks. The little rat (?). Runs along shore in fear of me. When finally cornered dives in water & swims down among the leaves at the bottom. Clears itself of the leaves & shoots along halfway up - its oily hair retaining air so it appears silver, finally emerges & I lose him. / The water here at the