P.M. Sketching in valley of Buffalo Creek by Winspear Rd. An afternoon so full of infinite joy and beauty that it seems a desecration almost to try to write about it. Low-flying loose misty clouds sweep endlessly out of the northeast, driven by a cool wind that was like a rarefied cold–shower. I lay on a little bank awhile, reveling in the rich lushness of the country-side. I did not realize how starved I was for the simple unaffected delights of purely natural things –
Charles E. Burchfield, June 18, 1935