Feb. 5 (Thurs.)—
Cold—close to zero. A “breath-taking” morning—the trees covered with heavy frost—The crystals reflecting in beautiful colored stars that winked off and on as one walked along. Even the distant trees sparkled as brilliantly as those near at hand.
In studio all day.
The sun brilliant all day—rich dark blue violet shadows on the snow—icicles on our house reflecting sun brilliantly and dripping a thrill of anticipation.
-Charles E. Burchfield, February 5, 1948