Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 2, 1914

A cold clear blue sunshiny day. Early morning found me walking woodwards in search of ferns.  A thing of beauty was the manner in which the wind, as it tossed the trees, exposed the white undersides of the leaves.  It seemed to add [a] freshness to the morning. The air was full of blue light; shadows in the trees close at hand were deep blue, while in the distance, all things lost their natural color and were a delicate hazy blue. It might be appropriate to add that I saw pair of blue-birds on the Painter-road, who do not however seem to have a place in the season, tho nothing in nature is misplaced.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 2, 1914