Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Leaves Falling Across Cumulus Clouds, 1963; watercolor on paper; Private Collection, Image from the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives
Charles Burchfield, Journals, October 23, 1914
Monday, Oct 23, 2017
About the middle of the night a cold icy wind awoke me and I lay for some time drinking it in.
A wonderful cool windy day - wind from south east driving the sunshine – sparkleflakes! - before it. The sky was a fairyland of cobwebby, wispy white mists. What spontaneous joy in the leaves whirling and eddying over the earth, repeating the currents seen in the breeze-sifted sky above.
Kaiser speaks of Travis as being “fresh” - that is “new”. After school Bob + I an argument on Christianity with Travis.
Travis over for evening to work.
Just finished reading Ingersoll’s “Why I am an Agnostic” His joy at his freedom is like my own or rather vice versa. The world is more beautiful to me every day.
Charles E. Burchfield, October 23, 1914