Charles Burchfield, Journals, April 2, 1917

At Dusk to Bentleys under the grey sky – I was in the hollow at last twilight on the damp leaves – before an hypatica – the black gloom settled down over the saplings.

I heard a mourning dove – its call came from a remote stump field miles to the north –

Charles Burchfield, April 2, 1917