Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

together.; The rain comes down heavily, and I drive northwards a bit to see if I could come closer to the railroad woods. The rain ceases, and I come back, park my car, and go down the railroad, to get a few more plants.; Eat lunch along the road; a pleasant interlude. To the east a romantic group of little hills, with a wooded swamp in the midst.; North on the Otto road. Stop at what I, without hesitancy feel impelled to name – the happy vale. Here two shallow streams, with low earth banks, come together to form one. One, from the south, flows thru low flat marshy land, and the other from the north, curls around the bases of wooded hills. The sky was over cast with the rich blue-gray rain clouds of spring, with yellow openings. At times the sun struggled thru to become a dim white glow, and cast a fleeting glint of silver on the rapids. I saw subjects in all directions, and had a hard time concentrating on one alone. A beautiful sky to the west decided me; and I was soon busy, and painted all afternoon.; A leisurely trip home, my mind so stirred up by the afternoon’s work that I saw beautiful things to paint everywhere.; This feeling lasted until in the evening when Bertha + I took a walk around the village.____; After supper, I fixed up the box for Bertha.