Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

me pleasure, mingled with something of regret, or distain that the “fires of youth” have dwindled so with the years – The things that I attempted then! ; We are having fine winter weather – the temperature ranging from zero to 20° above, some days sunny, and again with steel grey skies and snow flowers. It is a physical pleasure to be out in it.; The whole Christmas season passed without any record in my journal. I remember it as an unusually quiet happy period, with a feeling of contentment and good feeling in the family circle.Jan. 15 – Fri,; Toward late afternoon yesterday, the pale ineffectual disc of the sun, that had appeared in the soft gray sky from time to time, all day, like a phantom, finally disappeared for good, and a strong wet wind sprang up from the S.W. drawing before it lowering clouds. Which let down large flakes of wet snow. The temperature slowly went up, and with complete darkness, then soon turned to rain.; By morning it was colder again, the wind increased in strength, but was still damp, and drawing sparse flurries of snow. The world, with its stark trees, snow whited to the S.W., and vast electric gray sky, suddenly felt young and primitive, and good to be out in.; Yesterday, I noticed, on top of the snow, that there were many new fallen flakes that were almost black. This is