Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

painting not thru writing. The love of nature is still there and the observation of beautiful sights. But their observation does not suggest a beautiful paragraph to me - no it is rather a beautiful picture. It shall be my endeavor to try to combine these two inclinations, and work them as one. And what a joy there will be if I am successful.

     While Joe was on a week-and trip to Salem, I spent Sunday at Florence Parker’s. While out there we had an interesting dis­cussion about religion. In defense I told her of my love of nature as being my religion. I wish that I had not. It is only cheapen to discuss it with someone.

     What wonderful weather is this fall weather - I can only describe it as capricious. Weather of the Indian Summer type prevails - smoky days of warm elusive sunshine, Spring-breezes, fast shedding trees, burning leaves from which