Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 base with lichens. Higher up mottled by its own constantly peeling bark. The mottled trunk agrees well with the foliage.(HT)(HT)Blueeyed grass in bloom. A reflection of the sky.(HT)(HT)Dinner - fried fish and westerners.Pack up and go to beech camping grounds. Arrive at two o’clock. The day has become warm but is fresh.Visit to frog-pond. Very nearly dried up and has a scraggly air.(HT)(HT)Hours spent in lazing around. I take off shoes & stockings. Like meeting an old friend