Charles E. 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 Quaker boy who said “Thee” and “I’ll say so” —Winona at Sunset – white horizon over top of road. Strange road at dusk — become 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 of crescent moon visible between clouds].

And seems like the primeval landscape with the First Moonrise.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 18, 1917