Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] Dandelions numerous - almost stemless, as if the bud on reaching the air burst open for joy in the sunlight. Think of dandelions bursting in jagged yellow flames on the sunny hillsides on a hazy November day! / From in my mind was occupied with a rambling dream I had of editing an atheist magazine by which I should seek to further Truth in the world. In it I would try to show that we are strong enough now, to proceed without the crutch (so-called by Beecher) Religion. / The town after the woods is prosaic. As I look out of my window the scene seems lifeless. Afield the air is pregnant with sparkling emotions. The sun is becoming a yellow glow in the misty sky. Indian Summer Haze thickens in the trees. / At night a circle around moon adds weirdness (sic) to the night / Later has disappeared.