Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

so completely in accord with the world; so physically elated, that I was unconscious of using energy – not since I was a boy & Every ordinary stick & stone, every fencepost shell, fish & tree was fully of interest – it seemed as tho this was the first walk I had every (sic) taken – like the first created man coming into a new land.
It rained just before dawn – driving torrents – but by eight-thirty it commenced to clear, & by nine-thirty when I arrived at the L. & W station at the harbor there was not a cloud left in the sky – there was a light cold breeze blowing over the harbor – a couple freighters were being pulled out by tugs – I walked along the wharves full of joy – I felt that I loved these boats, the raw elevators – as tho I wanted to reach out and embrace them—
The train ride I spent in making notes for my painting “September” & looking at the landscape – Leaving the train & coming into Springville in the morning freshness, the town seemed full of glamor – I bought bananas at a grocery – the saleslady & other customers seemed unreal to me – The street that I took north was lined with huge elms & maples – soon I was in the open country – The rich odors of September, probably intensified by the heavy shower delighted me – it was a rich community of asters, goldenrod, rotting wood