Feb. 18 (Sat.)
What a difference snow makes in a landscape. Our snow-less winter was monstrous, and without any seasonal character. Now, with the recent snowstorm everything is changed. The meanest most nondescript house has new interest and character – But most beautiful are the trees. In today’s half-sunlight, they are transformed – a soft silvery lavender light is reflected up from the snow on their trunks, creating in the bark crevices deep shadows of smoky violet-black.
P.M. The painting class. Not many showed up – (many of them were taking their entries to the W.N.Y Show, this being the last day) Easier to handle.
The Cary’s have not yet called for the painting they bought, so I called them. Their maid said they were out for the afternoon and evening. I left my name.
Mrs. F. of Orchard Park invited us to dinner March 3. Mrs. Shearer asked us to dinner some day next week, but I asked her to postpone it until the following week. She wants me to help select her show.
Through by 4:30 at 5:00, coming out of the building, the beauty of nature, of the outdoors. – The spring like light coming over the roofs of nondescript houses on Utica St – a poignant nostalgic feeling.
Coffee with the usual group, then home.
Evening we baby-sit for Mart + Hank. Cards [word unintelligible] came home, cookies + tea.
Charles Burchfield, Journals, February 18, 1950