Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 20, 1915

There is the smell of earth in the air.  I feel as if I must find an Hepatica somewhere.  Lake beautiful - a wonderful luminous green in long stretching streaks uniting with the slate blue sky - a symphonic Poem of color against which play yellow-twigged willows, red bushes, and green cottonwoods.  A wind from N.E. which ruffled the lake slightly, and as we walked along, white caps commenced to appear, appearing and disappearing like fireflies in a night woods in July. There was such a freshness of “look” about it that my desire was to jump naked in its waves. 

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 20, 1915