Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Patchin.  I had not left here long until a man in a big truck offered me a ride to Hamburg, which I accepted. Here I got the streetcar home. The day was not done for while on the car, I saw a beautiful effect of an orange cloud while all the others were dark & neutral that gleamed like a red eye—

Oct 27, 1929—

For a short drive with Harry & Dick. The woods are bare – the sunlight bright with scattered clouds – the southern horizon glowed with a bright halation. Leave Dick to sketch an old bottling works, while Harry drives me homeward. A heavy blanket of clouds had come up which cast a cold November mood over the day. But as we proceeded northward, holes appeared in the cloud masses; a high wind was blowing, and ragged patches of sunlight seemingly torn by the wind, flow across the barren landscape with a startling effect that was indescribably beautiful.

Nov. 11, 1929

I had a dream last night that filled me with joy. I was out in the country – the countryside that belongs to my boyhood, tho it was so transfigured in my dream that I know I never