Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " was terrific; the black trees bent frantically against the startling sky. Heaven was blowing across the land & I was in bed. / Thru (sic) Park to school at mid-afternoon. How the wind hustled the leaves over the stiffening mud, & roared in the trees, that glared against the sky! Later the sun shot down at the earth great shafts of light and at sunset the few remaining clouds be¬came brilliant yellow & purple. / Jan. 9, 1914. / The rising sun was powerful for it soon scattered "