Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] you don’t like me half as well as I like you.” And he said “I bet I do” / Evening spent with Duke. To Wade Park in Snow-storm sketching. Park Pond a soft patch of water reflecting the flake-dimmed light in a wonderful manner. The park full of storm dimmed lights. The charm of the storm lies in the silent constant down-streaming of snow; always that downward noiseless motion - a steady flow of snow from northeast the direction of mystery. / When returned a more or