Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Locust Trees in Spring, 1955; watercolor on paper, 39 1/2 x 29 1/2; Private collection; Image from of the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives
Locusts become musical at twilight. To how few people is the metallic rasp of a locust music. It and kindred sounds i.e. such has have no delicacy of sound nor musical rhythm, as the caw of a crow, the "yipe" of a skeitpoke or the blung of a frog are classed by a certain kind of uninterested people as harsh and discordant and not to be reckoned among nature's beauties, forgetting that nothing in nature is ugly...
Charles Burchfield, July 23, 1914