Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

me as the sound of a distant train. ; Love of life and the world and all it contained flooded thru [sic] me. The field to the West was beautiful with rain-dampened wind clattering thru [sic] the long grassy field, which was studded with the nodding black-unopened heads of hawkweek bloom – the southwestern sky, a wall of falling rain, sunshot-; The outer rim of the storm reach me eventually and I had to take refuge in the car. I drove slowly homeward. June 11. (Tues.); A.M. Touching up the water-color of yesterday. It is presumptuous of me to think of my little work in connection with the Twenty-third psalm, but my feeling about this little scene is expressed in the words- “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures --- he leadeth me beside the still waters ----he restoreth my soul.” ; P.M. B & I to Buffalo – mine consists of bringing some badminton birds and a few [illegible] – when this was done, I sat by the monument while Bertha finished hers. Thence to Chippewa Market and home. ; Evening – I became wrought up again over the war, due to the French announcement that Paris would be defended street by street, which would mean the city’s destruction.