A.M. exploring the ravine on the west side of the Park, and making studies.
Lunch on the road over-looking the Boston Valley – the clouds beginning to break, and brilliant light appears in the rifts. The earth looks good.
A few studies in the ravines at the base of the hill —but I do not like the atmosphere here, the once wild country overrun with summer cottages built by city people craving the “wilds” and defeating their purpose because all most flock like sheep to the same spot.
I went back to the Park, where curiously the “hand of man” is felt less. Here I found a subject looking down a ravine and painted all afternoon.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 8, 1943