Charles E. Burchfield, Journals , December 15, 1914

There was a wind today!  It was my ideal wind - not a steady rush of air, but a spasmodic or spontaneous outbursts, in great swooping circles. - I could watch its course in the frantic tree- branches.  I spent an hour or so carrying out the ashes from the furnace - and thus I got the wind anew at each trip.  The sky was wierd (sic)- it was light at the horizon, against which glittered the trees, the small sky areas sparkling like stars thru the network of branches; and black at the zenith.

The wind invited to a fields ramble.  But I was held at home by various duties.

The snow is coated with brilliant layer of ice.

Charles E. Burchfield, December 21, 1914