Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

deep looking & green. Does not seem to move. A dozen or more turtles at waters surface. Sink at my approach - they are very watchful.(HT)Redbird commences his beautiful yodelling song, which he utters rarely. Catbirds. Wren’s scolding. - sings once.(HT)Come to more open territory. Climb a bare mound crowned by elm & sit down. Light is fading. I am in absolutely unknown territory. Look where I will I can see no habitation of any sort - naught but pastures & woods. Were it not for the roar & whistle of a train the isolation would be complete