Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

main street. The town seemed oppressed and shut in by the hills, which stood up starkly against the twilight glow in the northwest. The cricket chorus seemed to dominate all sounds. ; Back in the room, I eagerly got out my afternoon’s painting, and felt that it had good points, I discovered an underwing moth on a wall near the ceiling, and set about capturing it, which I did after climbing the table, chair, and bed several times and throwing things. It served to loosen up some of the terrific nervous tension I was under. But not enough, for I lay tensely in bed for sometime(sic) before going to sleep at last. Aug 16 – Wednesday – ; Up at almost eight o’clock. A heavy bank of white mist hovered low over the town, which, tho [sic] it obscured actual sunlight, permitted enough light to seep thru(sic) to create a sort of luminous twilight that was very strange. After breakfast, I strolled around the town, enjoying the atmosphere, and making a few studies. ; It was nearing noon when I finally started out with the car. I headed for the Driftwood section, thinking I might still get the locomotive and hill sketch I had come for, tho [sic] I knew in my heart that I was going to do otherwise, for I was tired, and besides had a desire to explore the country below St. Mary’s. ; After getting sandwiches, and gas etc at the station below Driftwood, I took route 555 south from Driftwood, lighthearted because I, by so doing, admitted openly to myself that I was going