Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

90.  A hot windy day - dense whitish haze in the air, scattered cumulus clouds so pale that they seemed like phantoms.

     Eat lunch under maple near the original oat-field - A pleasant hour. Afterwards make studies, then a walk to a woods to the south. Here the land slopes downwards in one lone sweep towards swampy land. The woods was pleasant - free of insects, and with a soft roar from the wind. Indian Peace-pipe + (CD).

     On the return I picked a few lilies, then stopped at Abbot's for berries. [i]

                   July 28 -

     All at once the wheat field picture loses interest - The shell is gone.[ii]

                   July 29 -

     All day trimming and weeding the yard and garden between the house and studio.[iii]

                   Aug 1 -

     To Wallpaper picnic at Ebenezer. Over at 11:30 - But few fellows there - and only one I knew, a block-cutter (I could not recall his name but fortunately someone called him by name Johnny Siska) - He said "Hello Charlie, old boy" - and I felt a warm glow of being welcomed. Very soon after Bill MacInerny, and Tom Callahan arrived, and likewise seemed overjoyed to see me; this put me in such a happy frame of mind that for several hours, I saw everyone and everything thrua golden haze of sentiment. It was not until late in the afternoon that the feeling wore off, and I began to grow bored with the beer-drinking poker games, and crap-shooting that went on ceaselessly - Then indeed many of the men began to seem gross and ordinary (especially those who were new to me) and O longed to run-away. However the main