Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " in my ears, the song of a new pole in a higher or lower and sometimes a minor key, commenced. Between the poles I heard the clipping of the clashing wires which was like the call of an unceasing katydid on an August night. / January 30, 1915 / A.M. To “Brook” & Reding’s a Grove in search of water-cress. / A cold frosty morning - Even in the town, low bushes and lower parts of trees are filmed white, in fine contrast to the sun-yellowed tops. "