Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

passing trains, and the effect was at once dreamy and wierd. As the smoke thickened here or melted there, trees vanished and reappeared.

     At evening long streaks of fern like mists appeared from Nowhere and spread haphazard over the sky. The dying sun turned them to a delicate light orange with was a perfect complement to the light blue sky. As the moments passed they turned to a bright salmon. The pale moon shining dimly thru such a cloud gave a wierd effect.

     All sounds were unusually prolonged and I wonder if it was not the yellow after-glow that caught and carried them along. And yes! - the cold air has got to the grapes, which taste as tho they had been frosted.

Evening was at Ephie’s. Besides us Bill was there.