Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 2, 1914

A cold clear blue sunshiny day.

Early morning found me walking woodwards in search of ferns.  A thing of beauty was the manner in which the wind, as it tossed the trees, exposed the white undersides of the leaves.  It seemed to add and freshness to the morning.  The air was full of blue light; shadows in the trees close at hand were deep blue, while in the distance, all things lost their natural color and were a delicate hazy blue.  It might be appropriate to add that I saw pair of blue-birds on the Painter-road, who do not however seem to have a place in the season, tho nothing in nature is misplaced.

Charles Burchfield, June 2, 1914