Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

there seems to be a white horizon to the south –
Roosters cawing; old tomatoe cans - ; soft vertical rain – trees are bklish, with only roots which seem to crawl – roofs high-light; -
        P.M – Sunshine is immenent + immense valleys come to mind – with pale sunshine on the tops of hills + on limbs of trees close at hand-
        A romantic stagnant sunset – pasty yellow rim clouds – sun a