Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " branches in the wet windy air; yet in spite of it they all have a string of sparkling rain-beads. The ice, as on rainy days, has become a peculiar slate blue. / February 6, 1915 / A day out of March – a capricious mixture of ever imminent sunshine and snow-flurries. P.M. for Walk. The wind tho (sic) not strong, was a nervous, curling one, and whirled the snow in all directions. The ground was warm, and the snow melted as it fell. In the pastures and woods "