Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

many confused sounds, had a peaceful look.Aug 29 – (Tuesday) –; Up late and tired. A few pencil studies, then to the spring up towards Smithfort to fill my jug, then on towards St. Mary’s. It was even hotter than yesterday the day before, with a few pasty white clouds. St. Mary’s – the detour a fine white dust cover the corrugated humps – the tile works glittering in the vale. ; On to Ridgeway thru Daguscahonda (Wild Cat Run) – Lunch at a “Quick Lunch”) – Ridgeway situated on Elk Run and over which there was a concrete bridge with an elk’s head at each end, a poetical thought. ; I had in mind the painting of a group of red houses at Johnsonburg; but when I saw them again, they did not have the interest I had hoped for. ; Consequently when I drove on, I found myself growing more & more bored, and convinced I would not paint. And so it proved. I made a few more pencil studies, – and, after getting supper at Springville, I arrived home before dark.Aug 30 – Wed); A.M. Arthur & I working on a book rack for M.A. Our key-hole saws were dull, so, we drove to a place in South Buffalo, which we had found in the telephone directory (So a prosaic errand with open up a new experience, a new field.) Our saw sharpener proved to be an old man, crippled, who had a little shop in his back yard. He promised our saws in a half hour, so we went for a walk.