Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

me by asking me if I could describe how a person’s face would look, if on being told a joke he thought not very funny he tried to appear amused for politeness sake. On my acknowledging my inability to describe such an appearance, she said she wished very strongly to have some heads modelled by a sculptor, with all the various facial expressions. Here indeed was the soul of a writer imprisoned. She had no idea what a smile or a frown looked like. ; Going home I felt as Paul did in “All Quiet on the Western Front” when he left his dying comrade. I wanted to “see” everything to the fullest extent.; Evening, all of us to meet the Neebs (except Catherine and Sally) to see their new home. ; On leaving, when I backed out, I ran into a parked car denting the rea fender and damaged the body part slightly. I left my name and address on their wind-shield. June 10 (Monday) –; To the scene of Friday’s sketch to make notes. Instead, continued work on the painting itself until two o’clock.; Drive on a short distance, then park and take my lunch down to the stream to eat. It is too wet anywhere to sit. I discovered here a luxuriant bed of mint; picked a large bunch. The meadows were hot and steamy. Mourning dove from distance. As I was leaving I heard the shrill bark of a wood chuck, and finally discovered him sitting on a fence post, which he had reached by means of a slanting rail.; I drove to route 242, thence east towards Machias. A beautiful valley with constantly changing far vistas, I ate lunch halfway up a high sloping hill under a small growth of trees. Afterwards I lay on my back on a blanket and listened to the