Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 9, 1915

The rising sun was powerful; it soon scattered the clouds and shone in an unhampered sky. The sunlight sending long noon shadows across the yellow-lit earth, and lighting up the glossy tree limbs, has yet a feeling of return in it. Tho not so near, it does not seem so remote as in September. Not looking out of the window directly, the bright sunlight brings to my mind a summer-dusty road with the white faces of farmhouses glaring at noon and a dark blue sky beyond.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 9, 1915