Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

angrily, and made as if to come down after me; then he seemed to think better of it, and simply turned his back on me. I too turned, and continued down the road. The first level rays of the sun were streaming across the valley, and in the distance, I saw children coming from various directions toward a little country school, which stood at a crossroads. I felt that they would be friendly to me, and I walked happily toward them. Here, I awoke.
Feb. 13 –
On account of the mild spring-like days the forepart of this week, which put me in a restless mood, I did not get to work again on the “Winter” until yesterday. The “Alaskan Episode” had done its work well, and I found it very difficult to throw myself into the task with the reckless abandon required to do really good work. It was not until nearly the supper hour that I really got into the swing of it, and then the waning light precluded further painting.
In the evening, I had Bertha come out to the studio to look at and discuss the picture, but the light was so poor we could not see it properly. On our return to the house we paused a moment to look up at the sky – The first quarter moon formed an inverted equilateral [sic] triangle with the Gemini; a stunning sight; exactly above our house was Orion, and to the left Sirius; above the poplars on the property line between us and Cottrells, - the trees seeming to point upward expressly at it, was Jupiter. A magnificent, breath-taking array, which at the time, I was too