Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " ice. A crow cawed - the music in his call! / On my return I was wild with the beauty of the day and deprecated to my class-mates the fact of being indoors on such a day “What? Go out doors on such an ugly day - sloppy streets and nasty wind.” I was so full of the days wonder that I could hardly comprehend and was vexed. / At midafternoon sketching in park. The wind is stronger - at Grunplatz the woods is glassy with shallow pools of water, which the wind ripples finely, causing it to appear as pebbly clouds or, as A - said; like the "