Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

54. interested in my picture - could not understand why I left out things - a "snag" in particular prominent in the scene, worried him because it did not appear in my picture. He admired my car, and said I must do well at my "business" to be able to afford such a car as that!

     It was nearly 6:00 when I finished painting. I spent a little while up on a hillside, gathering hepaticas, but I was too emotionally exhausted by my afternoons work to get out of the flowers what I had wanted. - which was a realization of the miracle of these delicate downy flowers, growing on dank hillside, around red rotting stumps + bogs with deep (CD) under them; with always dark ravines to the north with lurking shadows.

     The sun was already behind the hillside I was on, and the opposite hillside was bathed in its warm golden light -

(side note) The west hillside with great patches of snow near the summit - the brilliant sky behind - seemed as if it were south - + this was a hill in (CD) (CD) - A grim northern spring - rocks with dark shadows under them

     On my return; I stopped awhile above the "Mint Meadows" (where the stream cuts such a writhing serpentine course. The scene here was very rich and colorful. The foreground in shadow - the winding stream reflecting the clear blue sky, the greening meadow; then the harsh rusty line of the railroad, and the thick swamp tangle, with pine trees dotted thru it, in rich velvet shadow - The edge of the western hills shadow came just beyond the swamp, and those trees, (CD) in this edge, had rich smoking mauve trunks and were surrounded by an ash blue gray haze - this blended (CD) in the sunlit wooded hills beyond flooded with a