Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 15, 1915

A splendid terrific downpour of rain at early morning – later wind comes overturns the white sides of trees – clouds move in layers. Cool wind. Clear night. On seeing the first quarter hanging low in the sky tonight, I thought about some of the things I have a craving to see. One is to see the moons first quarter set, from the top of a hill. Another is to see the effect of the sun shining at noon while it is raining. Still another to behold a storm advance across a wide valley.

I feel, thru my work at the office, a slipping away of the closeness I had attained to nature.

I renewed my acquaintance with the beauty of the old-fashioned pink rose tonight. It is alarming that I have not seen a wild rose yet this summer.

Charles E. Burchfield, June 15, 1915