In Post woods yesterday snow fall at dusk – I felt the old feeling of loneliness + detachment – I can scarcely even hint at this feeling in my work –
To night the hopelessness of things pours down on me. -
Brownie just before he starts on a singing bout, has a weird almost discordant sound which is like the disharmony of two violins – It expresses that elusive weirdness of nature.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 17, 1916