For a walk at Mid-morning. A dense violet haze in the air. Sunlight falls in spokes thru black apple-tree – As I came to the Fields before Bentley’s, a flock of birds flew up at a distance. Had their silver undersides not caught the white sunlight, I would not have seen them, for a moment later they dissolved into the haze.
I noticed in what beautiful rhythms the grass had been blown – It looked as tho a riotous wind were always blowing –
For walk at Mid-afternoon. The sun is gone; the haze is thicker – the horizon is choked up. East of here, is a rail road. Its whistle is always a thing of mystery to me. Today it caused me to long for a walk thitherwards.
Charles E. Burchfield, January 9, 1916