Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 18, 1917

P.M. Walk –
West green beyond Jennings Old Northwest Sunday afternoon mood – the tall dead tree; loose cloudy sky high N.W. wind –
A glimpse of houses + freight cars
S.W. on new Garden road – the tall dead tree; loose already sky high N.W wind –
A glimpse of houses + freight cars
S.W. on New Garden road – The Quaker boy who said “Thee” and “I’ll say so” –
Winter at Sunset – white horizon over top of road. Strange road at dusk – became lost; wander back and forth over dark road. The lowering sky begins to break + shows a star or two – The furnace lights are in the wrong direction – The new moon – a wild viciously blinding white silver. It is in the wrong corner of sky. The distant lights of a town . A farm girl sets me right – young man takes me in buggy. The moon is clear now. My directions mixed it seems in the south (sketch)
And seems like the primeval landscape with the First Moonrise.

Charles Burchfield, November 18, 1917