Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 5, 1915

A Powerful day – not a cloud – 10:00 To Lakeview Cemetery sketching.

At Monument Looking out over hazy city – wind blowing trees air tinkles with songs of chewinks & wrens – overlapping trees facing sun – I recall that last Monday was the first I had seen a morning for several years –

As I sit here I dream — My impressions are constantly growing more & more up to my ideals –

Booming white obelisk against the violet sky – sound of wind in trees – Hazy city seems like a lake – Catholic bells ringing in Little Italy.

Wind-battered yellow butterflies up against side of monument – white kites like birds – boat inching along over the distant pale green lake –

In Grant’s tomb – to top of tower – the view – Men’s voices in tower sounds like rumbling thunder – I catch myself whistling a lively tune – After all there was no dead in the tomb – I think, or if so, I doubt not but the austere surroundings got on his nerves once in a while & my levity was not unwelcome —

Home thru the heat-hazed streets.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 5, 1915