Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 16, 1914

A cold sunny day – there is a wind in Wade Park.

I am too busy in school to heed much of the outside. At mid-afternoon the sun drew attention out of the windows by a weird effect with a cloud. It pleased me how the blue shadows streamed away in the current of the sunlight from the yellow snow from the trunk – bases.

When the sun horizoned it became a gold yellow glow in a plume haze, just above the thick violet of Wade Park woods, a rich contrast to the white landscape.

Letter from Mother. I will be glad to get home. Travis’s over for evening. Talk of Pittsburgh exhibitions + landscape paintings. Make sketches. We all talk freely. I like the freedom among students. We have eliminated politeness, even among the girls, a great step towards naturalness.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 16, 1914