Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " The sky is such a wonderful blue that I fear I’ll miss some of its beauty if I do not gaze at it all the time. I expected at any moment to see a flock of bluebirds come down out of the sky, as fog condenses into rain. How intense the sunshine! Looking towards it, the trees are full of a whirl of glints, like maze of spiderwebs; away from it, the trees rise up, vivid yellow and red, against the blue sky. A crow cawed! How it thrilled me! As I write I am beset with "