Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 4, 1917

A.M. – a wonderful heavy frost – even the tops of trees coated thickly –

P.M.- To New Albany sketching

Albany — a strange combination. Its red chimneys — the noisy brook below recalling old-time before Spring sensations — a windmill’s strident squeak at regular intervals, which a hog answered by more hideous squeals from somebody’s front yard — the old childhood sensation of North — of sad late summer afternoons — afar to the purple east a train rumbles deeply –

Home in the violet dusk by the Egypt road – The Star

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 4, 1917