Charles Burchfield, Journals, March 30, 1915

A brilliant day; a few blinding clouds across the blue; by afternoon snow all gone but in shadowed places, where it glows – Song sparrows are athroat today – Robins searching for worms lit by the slanting sun – dusty tops on mud-chunky road – warm yellow of horizon sun flooding the town – dense whitish mist of spring –

Moon is full – a blinding moonlit night – fleet of dapples earth a silvery misty void in which the moon swings.

Charles E. Burchfield, March 30, 1915