Charles Burchfield, Journals, September 4, 1914

Dreamt last night of snow + woke up chilled by an icy breeze. Wonderful morning air cold + dry. Sunlight dazzling. Yellow dapply clouds against pure blue sky. At horizon sky is icy - a wonderful blue-green, out of which, thru openings in the clouds came the stiff snowy wind that sent a flurry of frost over the trees.

What a morning for a walk.

Upper windows of Buckeye factory when east dark with black clouds are a bright blue, reflecting an opening in the western sky.

Light coming in windows + falling over desks + chairs is blue.

A momentary vision is a sun-whitened top of a cloud against a bright blue opening, with black clouds above.

The sky completely cloud covered at times, air is bright + sunny - fissures act as suns.

J.L. says all puffballs + all mushrooms which grow on wood are edible.

Clouds become finally impenetrable + sweep by all afternoon + evening. The sun is gone. The day is dark + it is cold but I feel strangely elated. Cold weather always has this for me. Were it not for the clouds there would be frost. People in autos + donned overcoats + winter hats.

Fissures in clouds at night are moonlit so that moon seems all over the sky.

Sparrows in poplars at Baptists church have chattered every evening since I first noticed them. 

Charles E. Burchfield, Sept 4, 1914