Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ing in. There is nothing so stimulating as plunging headfirst thru these waves. The bubbling & roaring around one’s head is something very special. We played awhile, then took a stroll on the beach, and then went in the water again. We apparently had the whole lake to ourselves.; At this point Berlins persuaded us (without much difficulty) to stay and have a picnic lunch, and spend the evening. After we had dried & changed, Mr. Berlin went & bought wieners & buns etc., and we had supper. The nine of us squeezed around a tiny table but we enjoyed ourselves laughing & talking (Sally’s day was made perfect by the finding of a giant swallowtail butterfly); (I forgot to mention that Miss Milsom nailed us on our return from the lake, & must show us her studio which she is remodeling (a process that has been going on for months) – She wrung from me a promise to come to her cottage during the evening).; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; (see Aug 31 entry); After supper, we went up to a bluff above their (the Berlin’s) cottage to watch the sunset. It was heavenly here – in fact, this is the most beautiful spot I have yet seen on the lake. The bluff here is sandy, and covered with oaks & pines & bushes – it has a wildness that makes me think of what lakes in northern Canada must be. The sun had disappeared behind a low bank of opaque blue-gray clouds, and in its wake was a soft orange & pink glow – the lake itself was a medium green, with yellow reflections on it, while the “white-caps” were a brilliant blue-violet white in color. The sand bar between the creek & the lake was of an almost indescribable color – sandy, gray- but with a warm pink undertone. The whole effect, in color, was very chaste.; As it grew dark, we took a long stroll on the beach, which was delightful Arthur was amused at the numerous little toads that were hopping about at the water’s edge. They seemed to be here for the sole purpose of playing