Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

the supposedly secret mission of Amelia Earhart – (which I doubt). A good picture, but an interminable program.
When we came out, it was snowing – and as it was past midnight when we got home, “Snow fell in May”.
May 1 – Sat.
About 26 or 28° - ice on all puddles. A clean brisk day.
P.M. Berlins out for dinner & evening.
May 4 – Tues.
South on Chestnut Ridge Road – and up over dirt road to Summit of Ridge, where I parked.
After lunch, a walk westward to a dark woods – a clear brisk day.
A beautiful woods, – the forefront with ancient white (?) pines – the land goes downward steadily, and soon many little ravines begin to appear, merged one into the other, and forming larger deeper ravines, which in turned, leading rapidly downwards, repeating the performance. There were many beeches here, the dead leaves of which, floating, or partially submerged in the little cataracts, were of a rich golden ochre and lightened & sienna color.
I explored until I could see the Boston road in the distance when I turned and retraced my course back to the car.
I then drove to Chestnut Ridge Park, where I admired