Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 7, 1915

Feb 7, 1916 –

 A wonderful day such as has not occurred for several years – It opened with a tremendous blizzard.  While preparing for school I was anxious lest it should be over before I got out in it.  But it only increased as I started out.

I became intoxicated and danced and ran –

Everything was blotted out except near trees which were dim feathery blurs – Up to woods north of Museum – Snow abating – wind increases – west sky turns metallic blue-green, then emerald; the east is yellow; the sky opens + the rising sun bursts forth –

 From life room window immense sky with a few yellow top clouds – snow blown higher than houses – All day it is such.  Evening – immensity of air and wind – yellow sky, turning suddenly dark grey, and yellow again – Ice on waterfall –

 In contrast to this; W – called up and told that a butterfly had come out where he stayed.  I went over to see it.  It was a black swallow-tail + had emerged from a cocoon on an azalea-plant which had stood in the garden all summer.

Charles E. Burchfield