July noon –
Tall trees standing motionless with flat green shadows -, there is a film over the sun, and the air takes on a hazy brassy appearance –
The call of a woodpecker – a fly buzzes –
It is eternity – the old romantic power of primitive sunlight, there are endless valleys of sun-topped trees – scent of milkweed.
The afternoon – The air becomes more stagnant – the ground hot – the sky turns to a sultry violet; pasty clouds – the day dies endlessly
Charles E. Burchfield, July 10, 1920