Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " When I think of the woods and the thought that at home songsparrows & bluebirds are singing, such a feeling of yearning comes that the desire to cut it all and go to the woods seems irresistable (sic). I was fortunate enough to hear a crow. / Now as I write, it is late afternoon, the sun is only a glow, with a vague rainbow around it; the air is full of mist and light. The sound of clashing street cars even has a sound of spring in it; at noon I heard a carpenter’s saw - it brought "