Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 11, 1933

A path grows more interesting in August; more worn and used-looking, and the bleached grasses fringing its borders give it an ancient look.

Evening – with children up to the dam and beyond on other side of creek. Half-grown boys and one or two men swimming and diving by the dam. In what is ordinarily a little bay off the stream (now dry with white mud-covered pebbles, jig-saw puzzle flakes of mud, and a host of dead snails) the children find a giant fallen poplar tree which delights them. 

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 11, 1933