Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] I have climbed Post’s Ridge scattering milkweed on the way up. The view out over the Beaver Valley is fine - the misty valley full of thin golden sunlight. / The sunlight is almost level & the yellowed hills & white faced houses look towards the sun as if in yearning. / Post’s Woods to the south is dim with a thick haze wind born & blown. Glittering branches. / The leaven lie lightly on a hard ground. The melted surface of the ground is thin. Cattle are yet in pasture. Roads are dusty. / A Black & white creeper with whistling chip calls flies in spasmodic up & down course over fields to Posts. / Air full of spiderstrands