Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] Duke thru (sic) Park. / This noon on a walk to Margaret Sharp’s, I walked in ecstacy (sic) I walked singing to myself - I walked with a wideopen heart & mind and imagination. Can this be November? A deep blue sky - and great big yellow clouds drenched with the thin sparkling sunlight - hopeless - beyond me. My imagination was a riot scene. Were these city streets I walked? No, No – the sunlight was in them! I saw no-