Charles E. Burchfield, Journals February 26, 1915

A fine winter day. At first a swift sweep of clouds out of the north­-west. Soon here and there a sparkling chunk of emerald or blue began to show in the ochre sky; they grew quickly in size and number until at noon it was a blue-sky across which swept the ochre clouds. Such a wonderful blue it seems I never beheld.  Once as I was crossing Grunplatz I chanced to look northwards and caught my breath at the sight of a patch of vivid watery green in among some clouds.  I could not watch the sky enough. I was intoxicated. The sky’s beauty was enhanced by orange & red trees, which sprung from a violet shadowed glaring snow.

At Sunset the sky was clear, but as the cold moon came forth cold white clouds swept across the black sky. The air was asparkle.

Charles E. Burchfield, February 26, 1915