Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

24. flat on my back under some evergreens – pleasant to see the sky thru their lacy branches.

Thru a hollow and up hilly woods to the knolls rising east of the canyon. Eat lunch here in a spot sheltered by scrubby evergreens with a wide expanse of country to the west – after which head for Gowanda – pick bouquet of polygala – the woman with baby in a buggy walking along the road – the long white dusty road stretching out in the sunshine. – Along here a few apple trees by the road, a brisk wind scattering petals – the trunks against green oats field had a rich velvety violet color –

Gather poke-greens, and then to Gowanda – train at 3:00. Arrive home at 4:30 –

Poke & mushrooms for supper-

                   May 18, 1934

Sick & vomited in the night – today an inactive one – in studio in afternoon – I suddenly realize that I am done with the shed in swamp and hollows pictures and must put them away – which I do with regret, closing a door on an adventure in imagination which was one of the happiest in my career – 3/26/43 Re-opened, and even greater pleasure this “door”

                   May 19, 1934 – Saturday –

A.M. to harbor to look at elevators – the romantic spring of the harbor territory begins to xpand [sic] in my mind, and

P.M. after lunch to see “Thunder over Mexico”