Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " a portentous wind whistling in the wierd (sic) trees; Now the rattle of rain on the panes and the roaring moan of the wind. / January 18, 1915 / A silent shower of great soggy snow-flakes this morning out of the winter east. Now early in the afternoon a fine drizzle wavers down, glossing the trees as it freezes. And presently the wind will crackle thru (sic) their branches. / Have just finished reading Tagoris “The Crescent Moon.” / I have been thinking of music. It is perversion to think that man-made "