Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

streets and threw myself down under an oak-tree, growing on the upper edge of a large vacant green. The sun had set, even beyond the hills, – a vague blue shadow seeped into the overlapping hills to the west; in main st below, the night lights were coming on, and looked especially garish because they were not needed yet for light. ; I discovered suddenly that I had left my bill-fold, containing most of my money in my trousers in the car. Though the car was locked, I could not rid myself of the worry of it, so I went down and secured the “precious” article, afterwhich (sic) I again went for a stroll, this time, walking on the brightest street parallel to main, going to the extreme eastern part of the town, to the railroad. ; Coming back, I bought a couple more newspapers, and a “Mercury”, and went to my room.; I thrashed around in bed for sometime (sic) but eventually went to sleep.Wednesday –; I got up late, had a good breakfast, and then set out for my sketching spot. A few miles out I found a spring where I re-filled my water-jug. The water was delicious. ; I drove as far as Renovo as it was too early to paint yet. The sky was over-cast, and I worried about the possibility of working, or having the right lighting, for rain seem (sic) imminent. ; I bought sandwiches at a gas-station, and then drove to