Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 14, 1917

Along Ellsworth Rd. sketching – I entered the strange woods. It was like a climax in music – among the ghostly beeches the spring beauties in the curled leaves; a big hollow; great rotting fallen logs – call of redbird, gloom of night falling – a pink flush in sky, followed by a snowfall – all at once I emerge on a high bank, below the meander strangely light + I hear its rapids.

Homewards – Singing of telegraph; luminous horizon – light spot in sky - I imagined I had gone out in the summer sketching, + stayed out all night to see the morning, I saw the sunrise over a valley, before me a splashing waterfall – The town throws a light on the sky, which lights up the dusty road –

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 14, 1917