Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " nearer the horizon. The sun glared the snow mere blindingly; the wind sifted the snow more thickly; the sky became emerald; the shadows bluer; the distant hills to the east, looked a thousand miles away in the late sunshine; the air grew colder - the day was growing more intense at its close. I seemed in another land - in reality I was in complete harmony with myself. / Strange that I should have forgotten one of "