A Big day — stiff roaring wind at Dawn — with cold blue grey & white streaked clouds. Clears at midmorning clouds in rows, out of the clear North that seems like a lake — For walk all day along country roads — I renewed old feelings —
Field of beard grass — sprays flying the wind, sun-glittered — I saw a new Nature today — it was more wild — less sophisticated than the sketches I have been making —
I came home under the brilliant moon — Once at late afternoon as I walked along the blinding white road with the wind roaring on all sides, I heard the clear whistle of the meadow lark —
It was an inspiring sight to see hawks soaring up against that far distant North sky —
Charles E. Burchfield, August 13, 1916