Charles Burchfield, Journals, April 2, 1915

Early in the morning, a fluffy snow was falling later after a series of blue holes in the sky, the sun burst forth and spattered white foam over the sky – a brief dazzle, then the wind shot weird rhythms across the sky; across them flew two bluebirds with a remote quavering call.

P.M. To Post’s sketching

Wind from North – showers of bullet snow now & then rattle the leaves – Meadowlark – constant liquid calls of redwings – sight of them in their characteristic simultaneous flight at times – flock of blue – birds – harsh screaming of hawks – their circling bodies against the lonely cloud-rhythms

An sunset western horizon opens and lets forth orange light which sets the robins & meadowlarks going –

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 2, 1915