Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 6, 1947

Down to N.W. of Springville, painting.; (Hill Road South of Boston to Genesee Rd. to Transit Line Rd, South to Concord Rd, on which west & left on Belscher Rd.).; Low-hanging skies and some drizzling rain.; The Belscher Rd. country is wild & heavily wooded. Before lunch, a short walk in a woods. The tall sombre [sic] trees, deep-glowering hemlocks, a little rain-falling—the rail wet leaves on the floor of the woods, a feeling of a vast out-door room———the white violet, which I dug up for B———Smooth-barked hickory, a few of which I picked up. The exciting acrid odor of the hills.; After lunch, set up my sketching outfit & soon at work painting (a tall gloom-filled hemlock & surrounded trees).— How good it was to be painting again after more than three months. I felt surrounded by the goodness and kindness of God. All afternoon a joy kept up his scolding—a fine ant—unusual sound—once a nuthatch.