Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 4, 1938

Zero this morning; the casement windows by the bed heavily coated with beautiful fern-like frost. When the sun first appeared, the frost turned a delicate salmon pink, which gradually as it grew brighter became yellower and clearer, with vivid cold blue shadows from the poplar tree.

It was a fine clear morning; I walked the railroad from Clinton to French Rd, the first time in a week or so, having lately walked straight out Clinton over the bridge & beyond and then back.

Made the frame for the oil; but could not find any clamps.

PM. To Buffalo to do a little shopping. In the market could not resist fresh rhubarb, which led first to new potatoes, then fresh peas & lima beans from Cuba, & mushrooms. My mouth fairly watered at the market.

To Harbor. Parked the car & walked down R.R. to the “twin” lift bridges, & thence northward across another bridge, and back. It was not so cold, and everything had a late winter glamour over it.

Evening Mr. Berlin went over the radio, finally discovering a short in the aerial wire that grounded it, so that, as he put it, the ground was our aerial. I could not understand it, but he disconnected something and it sounded much better.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 4, 1938