Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Our efforts were unsuccessful; none came & there did not seem to be many hylas—mostly toads and frogs. We stayed quite a while listening and drinking in the bloom of the night- a pale hazy crescent moon declining in the west N.W.— —Why the sadness that goes with Spring? Apr. 24—Heavy rains in the morning—but it clears off by noon, then clear and cool. Unable to settle down to do anything—studying the “Song of the Peterbird—preliminary mounting of the Albany sketch finish cementing on car. P.M. B A & I to city line food shopping, Art to get shoes at Liberty Store (Hank & Mart had come in at noon with the news that a sale was on).

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With my mind full of spring ideas, and obsessed with longing to actually work, why is it that I can do nothing?______________

Late evening. Car to Hank in the final painting—

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I have been thinking of the shot where I painted the other day. To the right of the road there was a deep hollow or depression, in the shape of a vast open-air theatre—with a “curtain” all along the “stage” (north) side, of woods, with two groups of hemlocks very prominent. I thought, what an ideal