Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 1, 1914

Post’s Cloverfield—the name remains if the clover does not—is, I believe, the highest point east of north Salem. I sit down on a stump. The hills’ superiority to the adjacent country gives me a sense of elation. Let us forget that the sky, as scientists theorize, is distance, and imagine that it is in reality a dome, whose edge rests on the horizon. If you can do that you are ready for this statement: The sky is dissolving. And the sky dust is coming down to mingle itself with the haze & smoke. The world is turning to blue, and at any time the distant hills may become sky and the sky hills. One expects at any moment in a wind like this to see the dissolving heaven part and reveal to us some of the secrets of life.

Charles Burchfield, August 1, 1914