Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

52. farmer.

     Worked today on the shed picture - The sunlight was only intermittent, but I got some good work done on the evergreen tree (arbor Vita)[i]

                   Wed. Apr. 15 -

     South of Springville sketching -

     I felt the need of getting away from the picture I have been working on - that I had been too inhibited and hesitant in my manner of working on it, and that a "holiday" in the woods would give me more freedom. I intended getting some hepatica plants for my garden, but took along my materials as a precaution.

     I drove to the narrow defile  about ten miles below springville, where the highway, a small stream and a railroad are all crowded together by long steep wooded hills. The road is so narrow that special places for parking have had to be provided at intervals. I stopped at one of these places, where I remembered the hepaticas grew in great profusion. It was now 1:00, Before eating my lunch, I made a little excursion up the hillside to look at the hepaticas.

     After I had eaten, I stood a moment looking down the valley thru trees. The tree-group seemed to have an angry glower to it, and I was seized with a desire to capture this mood. Scarcely had I gotten my things from the car, when I heard a babel of voices coming from down the road. I saw several [ii]