What wonderful weather is fall weather—I can only describe it as capricious. Weather of the Indian Summer type prevails—smoky days of warm elusive sunshine, spring breezes, fast shedding trees, burning leaves, from which comes the rich spicy smoke that we fairly drink in, bright colors tangy nights of mottled skies and bright moon. But in between the calm post-summer days come days of capricious weather—weather of such unexpected quirks and fancies that we are carried away by their delightfulness. Saturday began with a dull chilly autumn rain. Early afternoon found the rain has ceased and a cold wind blowing from the lake. A sketch required for our class in perspective brought me downtown near the Union Depot. Here within a few yards of the rough, white capped lake, I stood in the cold wind and sketched. Day closed with a sparkling sunset of pale blue sky and pale orange clouds.
Charles E. Burchfield, October 16, 1913