Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

attains the sacredness of falling light, while winter achieves an evil sort of mystery when all things seem to glower at the earth. ; ; ; ; ; Dec 29, 1920 –; The sun is so low-down that Main Street at noon is like some valley or shallow canyon into which sunlight never looks, excepts(sic) three chinks in the walls, which are Penn, Lundy and Broadway street, Up these streets the sunlight pours joyously without hindrance, turning the icy pavements to blinding glares. But Main Street is in a gloomy shadow, cool dark and mysterious. The buildings on the south-side, have reflected in these windows a cold light from the North.; But Treat’s Drug-store Facing the South, {?} to be placed opposite