Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " back of a shell - I saw a crow flapping against the windy sky – I imagine in that upper air he senses strange odors of Spring which we can not reach. / Buttonwoods have become white and appear in the woods here and there like vivid streaks of lightning. / Feb 12, 1915. / A soft damp day. While the day has a peculiar beauty –misty, stretches of (C.D.) and yellow limbed trees forming a golden haze against the distant milkblue woods that dissolve in the sky. Doan Brook roaring & frothing "