Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 18, 1950

What a difference snow makes in a landscape. Our snow-less winter was monotonous, and without any seasonal character. Now, with the recent snow-storm 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 very 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 Carry’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 for 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, when they came home, cookies & tea.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 18, 1950