Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

99. and dark, and as abruptly would “melt” again as they expanded. They gradually flew in my direction, and as they swept by overhead, the soft swishing of their myriad wings had a mysterious character. They flew eastward directly into the sun.

     It was cool enough to make the rail-road locomotive exhausts belch with white clouds, and the dogs breathed “steam” and their wet coats likewise threw off clouds of fog -

October 1, 1935 -

     To Zoar Valley to look at old Gothic house again

     Eat lunch on a high table–land with a wide–stretching landscape to the north – as I sat and looked at this simple scene:- cold gray scudding clouds; the distant blue-drenched hills against which the wind-blown corn-tassls(sic) assume ravishingly beautiful tones of light orange & orange-brown; the rattling pale green blades; catching a nervous silvery light from the sky and in front the field full of Queene–Anne’s (sic) lace – as I sat and beheld the marvelous beauty of the earth, it seemed as tho I should not lose a single moment doing other than just filling the eye–absorbing- absorbing- that a thousand years would not be long enough to get all one should out of the visual world – and how is it possible that any thought but love and worship of the Creator can enter a man’s heart