Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 28, 1917

Noon – Brill air – cool wind – March sky with its three kinds of clouds – white scuds clouds, pale blue mackerel, & vivid white blending edged flat masses – The scud clouds move swiftly   the others seem motionless & miles away like looking into a deep clear lake – 

The earth is strangely blue – The sunlit places are cold white, the shadows blue – a sort of elusive blue haze – house roofs glitter white – as if we were on the edge of a lake –  

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 28, 1917