Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 11, 1915

July 11, 1915-

Up at 4:00 To Post’s for raspberries – a freight whistle echoing from the valley; the morning breeze is wet, the sky is grey –

I renewed the poetry of berry-picking –

The calls of the birds is echoed later with the freshening breeze in the clatter of rain thru (sic) the misty trees – on rainy  days I see huge grotesque elms more than any other tree – Thru (sic) screen of rainstreaked trees to see a crow flap across the blue overlapping valleyed hills-!

At afternoon, as the sun roared thru (sic) the freakish clouds, a big wind tore thru (sic) the trees in yellow light –

My thoughts are aimless and light not long at any place –

Charles E. Burchfield, July 11, 1915