A.M. walk out Union, over French & Clinton – a bitterly cold morning (14º at 8:00). A pale remote sun in a half cloudy misty sky. Until I got to the power lines the sun was at my back, and this was little hint of anything but winter in the cold frozen landscape. However, when I finally turned to the wagon track leading to Clinton, there was a different feeling. The sun though pale and giving forth little heat, was high, and lit up the tops of the milky-gray clouds with full silvery light, which was also reflected on the earth, in bits of ice; snow-patches on roofs, and wires.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 18, 1939