Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Afterwards, I took a short drive on the “East-West” road thru what used to be called “Back of the Moon” – My senses were sharpened by the afternoon’s unaccustomed experience, and accordingly everything seemed new, and full of beauty.
Mar. 21 –
P.M. B – C & I to Lackawanna Station to meet Evie coming home from a week’s visit with Norma Lund at Harpersville. It was good to have her home again. (Art had gone to a movie with Jimmie, Sally & Martha to the Buffalo).
Jimmie came home with Art, and spent the evening. Some of them played monopoly, while B & M played rummy – I spent the evening chiefly longing for the opportunity to go to bed.
A fine cold night, the moon high in the sky, and full.
Mar. 22 –
Fragment of a dream. – In the street near my old home at Salem. Dawn, the first light of sun striking some huge cloud masses overhead with a soft brick-red pink. It was August. In the south west, west, and northwest a gigantic storm was approaching, the cloud masses with inky black, and lit up occasionally by brilliant lightning which had an orange tinge – The resultant thunder was very deep and ominous. It was a thrilling beautiful evening – as real as if I had actually experienced it – and indeed, are not some dreams more vivid than reality?
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Got out the reconstructed “March Day at Gowanda (1926) and did some work on it – It gains in scope in its new shape. I think I shall call it “Breaking Clouds” rather than its former localized name. It is surprising to me to note