Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

rarely am able to paint it. ; Yesterday B-A & I to see the big elm on Baker Rd. When we returned, a violent storm – it’s [sic] approach a grand and awesome sight – deep blue-black cave below, stopped by swiftly moving and swaying whitish clouds. The increasing roar of the wind like a gigantic express train.; Evening all of us to see “Rebecca” at Seneca. ; The war in Europe, is in my mind, most of the time these days – when I wake up in the night, it is there, - I cannot throw it off. May 21 – ; B & I to Toronto-; A sense of freedom and escape. My imagination created of Canada, which actually is not much different from our own country, a new land untried territory – ; At Toronto stopped to see the Carl Schaefer’s, who are excitedly planning his Guggenheim year in the U.S.; Home late – May 23-; G & SE – painting – ; Thru Warsaw to Leicester – a partly cloudy day – South towards Perry – ; Sketch of a tall elm sapling in a meadow – a fine afternoon – ; Cooler and misty by evening – supper at a restaurant in Perry –; Rain commences near Varysburg, which became a torrent before I reached home.