Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Spring Evening in the Park, April 1916, watercolor and graphite on paper, 8 3/4 x 11 5/8 in., Private Collection
A blue-skied calm day— White morning— such a morning which calls to mind phoebe birds— as I remember one summer night spent in the woods when at three o’clock, a million phoebes commenced to call at once. It is one of the morning[s] that will live with me all my life—
Evening to Three trees to sketch— Sun a soft white glow in a wonderful wispy sky— from across illimitable spaces comes the call of a mourning dove— the air is calm, almost stagnant— there seem to be memories on all sides of long-forgotten things—
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 9, 1915