Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Tues. M. to school—I to see about her meals at Ms. Kennedy’s—we both have supper then.
Wed—start home—a pleasant trip—the fields of asters east of Cleveland.
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One night last week I came out of the studio just in time to hear a flock of wild geese overhead, on their way north. What a wild elemental sound, to come out of the dark void of the zenith. A crescent moon hung low in the southwest.
The sight of the first completely bare trees in autumn always brings a thrill—like seeing on old valued friend.
Nov. 1—(Wed.)
To Colden country—
A glorious warm sunshiny day—
Stop at Chestnut Ridge Park—a few studies of beeches and other wood interior effects for the Nuthatch picture.
Park on the steep road running east from Colden (The scene of the Fallen Leaves picture of 1938). Just as I was preparing to eat my lunch a farmer came up the hill in a passenger car dragging a large truck-trailer. He got stuck just above where I was and was unable to get started again. Presently, another truck came down the hill and the driver obligingly towed him up to the top.
Eat lunch; then to woods on both sides of road making studies. It is almost too warm, and at times I almost feel sick at [sic] my stomach. The sugar camp. Calf tied in hollow.
At late afternoon, more from a sense of duty that any real impulse I set up my easel to do a water-color sketch. I find my