Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 12, 1915

A wonderful dream I had early this morning. I was, as is my custom of watching the progress of the weather all day. It had been a dy of wonderful clouds, which I cannot remember - As the sun neared the horizon, the sky became comparatlively clear and the sun boiled gold. The air was full of a thick, heavy Autumn haze which was colored yellow by the sunlight except at a distance where was a row of naked trees; which intercept the sun's rays so that the haze behind was not golden, but a startling bluish white. As I walked along, taking feverish mental notes (for I was with  company of people and could not sketch) I suddenly noticed a wonderful sight in the trees along the walk. On them were appearing fantastic shapes of which I discovered to be the haze condensing in frost on the bark, for the air was become suddenly cold.

A clear up day after the rainy night. A wonderful sunset.

Charles E. Burchfield, August 12, 1915