Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " the same feeling as when looking at the sky - I fear that I may write too little of its beauty. / Excellent weather for sap-running. Broken branches are hung with whitish icicles. I ate one and wondered if my imagina¬tion made it taste sweet. / Wade Park Pond was a blinding glare of ice. / Afternoon walk in Wade Park Pond with Kaiser. The day nearing its close, has lost none of its strength vigor, or beauty; indeed it seems to intensify as it advances. A lasting beauty is the array of orange "