Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 4, 1949

A dream—
B & I on a train going southward, as we entered Virginia it became warmer & more mellow —a drowsy Summer afternoon with golden ochre sunlight. Groups of houses & other buildings—old faded vermillion, velvety in texture, and saturated with the golden light. A strange bizarre village comprised of ancient tall narrow wooden towers (about 8 to 10 feet square) in which people lived. For balconies on the various levels they had attached huge Victorian chairs and davenports. I was greatly excited & said to B “I must come back here to paint.”

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A dark depressing day, alternate soggy snow & rain. We both felt we would like to go south for awhile. Remounting the Liverpool sketch. Evening—Rummy.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 4, 1949