Every so often, I pass thru a period of despising my locale, and longing for either new, more, romantic & picturesque scenes, or for the old remembered haunts in Ohio. Giving way to such a state of mind is a weakness, and is very destructive. Suddenly some little incident restores me to courage and sanity, and I realize anew the underlying truth, that any spot is fit for the artist who has vision...
Charles Burchfield, January 4, 1936