Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 16, 1917

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 – nut-hatches – 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 [snow].

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 16, 1917