Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 14, 1914

A wild windy “zero” day. A blizzard all morning converting the world into a new land - the dimmed trees and houses almost horizontally streaked-they seems to loom, about to swell up out of their ordinary places. Sky clears at noon revealing an emerald blue sky - all afternoon the wind sweeps away whirling powdery snow tree-top high.

Sunset time wonderful - clouds with blue black bottoms, and yellow, purple and pink tops, form a wonderful array of color against the emerald sky. Westernly the horizon sun shrieked a yellow sparkle thru the wind - howled snow - heads to it Bob Beda Todd & I proceed to Wade Park - cheeks crusted pink - alone I go down over Doan Brook seeming a part of the wind.

Walk out from work back to wind, bracing against it.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 14, 1914