Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " up to its song. / Again, I saw a chipmunk on the hillside. / To Dutchman’s - To approach the orange Cigar Mountain is a pleasure. The creek was quite normal again - the sudden cold wave had caught the water when it was high, however, and willows and other shrubs bore aloft girdle of thin ice, that drop from time to time with a tinny crash; while in the open places, the sunken ice looked as if a huge sheet had been dropped on the meadows, drooped around stumps and trees. "