Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 28, 1930

It is the morning after Thanksgiving – I am again walking – I am walking out French Road – to the south over the vast fields a brilliant sun flashes above a pile of remote lands, that with the sun as the apex form a gigantic pyramid – a pyramid of clouds piles up in the vast remote southeast the sun just manages to get up over the top of it to send its heatless rays slantingly across our Northland – the snow covered fields are brilliant, spotted with black trees where trunks are lost in a fog of drifting snow – I have come home again- !

Charles Burchfield, November 28, 1930