Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

mote. No doubt a distant storm, it slowly travelled north and eventually faded away under the awkwardly tipped Dipper in the southwest, the young moon, just short of being half, swam slowly thru a fan shaped cirrus cloud, it’s [sic] sultry sulphurous light varying in intensity as the cloud thickened or thinned – Eventually it too disappeared behind a larger bank of clouds. All the while several search lights from the city, evidently on moving trucks, swept to & from over the dark sky – they reached as far as the cirrus clouds. For a long time one poised motionless, its incredibly rigid shaft pointed directly at a star which was exactly at the zenith – it could easily be imagined that the star had been shot there by the light.
A fine evening.
Sept. 20 – 1943 (Monday) –
Sept. 9 – 14 – Annie home on a visit. It was good to have her with us again – She was completely unchanged – and indeed, she is the kind who will never change. We had several good talks and little excursions. One evening to Lorenzo’s for dinner & then a movie. – And then at midnight a long walk under a mellow September moon – And we hated to bid her goodbye Tuesday night.
A long newsy letter from Frank this morning. News that Cranbrook Academy was buying my “End of Winter” for $600 –