Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 27, 1949

A dream—

Near Salem, east of it (tho nothing like it actually) a vast open field—Bertha & Jimmy Hilgendorf at the other end. I could hear red—birds singing—High in the sky the moon “3/4” full—with a glow around it. As if floating in front of it were various images, a bottle on a table, & glasses, and I thought someone had devised a way of throwing such images on the moon as advertising. Crossing the field I entered an empty house; sitting in a window. Somehow a red—bird got into the house and it tried to go out the window. I was able to capture it. At first it was frightened, then it seemed to like my petting it, and arched its head against my hand gratefully.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 27, 1949