A.M. – To Bentley’s & Farquhar’s woods walking — a fluffy fall of snow-flakes from the East – Sun a pale white spot – Immense silence of woods – the peter-bird song – nuthatches – Religious silvery-gray gloom of beech-grove.
The star snow.
P.M. – The sun a blood red – with a shaft of yellow light shooting up from it – sinks behind the gray-black houses.
In fields in front of Bentley’s for walk in the December dusk – S.W. the sky a rich neutral O; the snow startling white, houses “lost” in dense black haze.
Charles E. Burchfield, December 16, 1917