Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 20, 1918

P.M. Along Bottom Road to Egypt and Albany – near Sundown – In the shadowed Bottoms – From a swamp now I heard suddenly a rollicking bird song, like a songsparrow – shortly after the crinkling of a buggy on the road – Desolation of hillside Houses – At Albany when the Evening star came out in the afterglow – the moon hung in the zenith – dark windows; sound of voices; smoke pouring up from chimneys – Silent expectancy of houses – In the country the dark sky seem to be dissolving in the deathlike silence – In winter houses seem only half as large as in summer. Charles E. Burchfield, January 20, 1918