Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

quality of mid-spring. My subjects grow in interest as I progress.; It is very hot, in spite of the wind. Fleets of white clouds come & go. Soft violet shadows pursue each other along the road toward me. On the right handside (sic) of the road is a patch of wild-roses, in full bloom. The hot wind brings their odor, all afternoon, a blue bird came from time to time, and perching on a dead apple tree, sang his haunting spring song – (incongruous in this strange mid-June blistering heat); After I had done all I could, to the north, to make studies of some large maples (to use for a new version of a 1918 painting (sic) I hope to do).____; Evening – badminton.June 9, 1939 -; Out again to Three-rod road to paint on the foreground. Finish in an hour or so.; Just as I am about to leave, the wood-land scene to the east attracts me, with its raw yellow green foliage in the hot sunlight. I hastily set up my paraphernalia, umbrella & all. My purpose was to put down the scene as rapidly as possible, so as get the first quick impression, and avoid putting in