Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, October 1, 1935

To Zoar Valley to look at old Gothic house again.

Eat lunch on a high table–land with a wide–stretching landscape to the north – as I sat and looked at this simple scene - cold gray scudding clouds; the distant blue-drenched hills against which the wind-blown corn-[tassels] assume ravishingly beautiful tones of light orange & orange-brown; the rattling pale green blades; catching a nervous silvery light from the sky and in front the field full of Queene–Anne’s lace. As I sat and beheld the marvelous beauty of the earth, it seemed as tho I should not lose a single moment doing other than just filling the eye—absorbing—absorbing—that a thousand years would not be enough to get all one should out of the visual world—and how is it possible that any thought but love and worship of the Creator can enter man’s heart? How prodigal and wasteful we are of opportunities!  

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, October 1, 1935