Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 28, 1947

Up rather late—it is very warm & quiet, and humid again.

Rather numb from my experience yesterday [painting a clover field]—but I wish I could prolong and expand such moments. How I long to break the confinement of my adulthood, and get back to the innocent wonder of childhood.— To come up the Painter road, barefoot, hot, tired, hungry & thirsty—and to feel the almost terrifying power of the Summer Solstice noon beating down on the white dusty road.

Hank, who is continuing his flying lessons at the Gardenville Airport (with the aim of getting a commercial pilot license) said last night he would fly over our yard this morning. We had forgotten it until we heard the plane flying low—we ran out & waved to him.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 28, 1947