Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 20, 1915

A flaming red sky at sunrise and as it turns yellow, a stiff damp winds comes out of the south turning the sky a rainy grey –

Sketching in park in morn – swallows against the sky – bendings misty trees – chewinks yodels sending across the mind a dense green shade –

Rain in afternoon – walk thru (sic) park in rain – streams in densing mists out of the southeast thru (sic) the bent over misty trees – Tho (sic) I am becoming soaking wet, it is a pleasure to feel the rain in my face –

Charles E. Burchfield, May 20, 1915