Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

53. young women with a couple small children + baby buggy coming toward me. Loath to start before they came up to me, for I feared their idle questions, I sat down and ostentatiously started peeling an orange. When they caught sight of me they paused; seemed to hold a consultation, and then turned and went the other direction, much to my relief.

     I set up my easel and was soon at work. It was difficult, because the mood I was after called for no sunlight, and now the clouds were thinning, and the bursts of sunshine becoming more + more prolonged.

     Once a man came along in a car and stopped to see what I was doing. He informed me, inevitably that he had a daughter at home who had a natural talent etc - he himself took pictures with a camera. My uncommunicativeness soon proved effective and he went on.

     Next came a little man in a dilapidated car, looking for old tin, herb-roots etc. (all manner of rubbish had been dumped here, tin cans etc, - an obscene outrage against the wild beauty of the spot.) - He was looking for "angelica" root; said that one day last summer he had made $84 in one day selling this root, which brought 35¢ a pound. (later he showed me a root, which turned out to be water or con-parsnip. He stayed around all afternoon, but did not bother me. He was