Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

comes that rich spicy smoke that we fairly drink in, bright colors, tangy nights of mottled skies and bright moon. But in between the calm post-summer days come days of capricious weather - weather of such unexpected quirks and fancies that we are carried away by their delightfulness. Saturday began with a dull chilly autumn rain. Early afternoon found the rain had ceased and a cold wind blowing from the lake. A sketch required for our class in perspective brought me downtown near the Union Depot. Here within a few yards of the rough, white-capped lake, I stood in the cold wind and sketched. Day closed with a sparkling sunset of pale sky + pale orange clouds.

     Sunday opened with clear blue sky and bracing wind. By early afternoon it was raining. By middle afternoon it had ceased. Towards dusk Florence & I took