Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " fog on the air. Every bush and tree finely coated with frost, which at once added wierd (sic) beauty to nature. The snow and sky were peculiarly yellow as if filled with smoke. Distant trees were a wonderful pale blue, almost dissolved into the sky. Near Grunplatz a crow shattered the air. / Early the fog condensed into a fluffy shower of sparkleflakes, which fell unheeded by a wind. They seemed so brilliant that they even appeared white against the sky. It was a sight that brought a smile, "