A cold windy day – soft flaky windy day clouds move across the rich blue sky all day.
The daily association with people at the office whose topics of conversation and whose aspirations travel in circles, is a constant worry to me – yet if I am strong it cannot harm me in relation to my ideal.
The sunsets at this season are romantic – to see long blue green shadows stretching out to yellow remotely sunlit distances is to live in another world.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 23, 1915