Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

only find any comfort while lying on my right side, and my move would cause the pain to start. Confused dreams.; By morning it was easier, & when Jim looked at it, he said it was about finished. He squeezed it thoroughly & said he would finish it up Sunday.June 21, (Sat.); To the country S.E. of E. Aurora, with a view to painting. I was seeking the little brown-water stream where I painted a bed of wild iris in 1943. I remembered some ideas for enlarging the 1943 sketch.; The day was almost a complete failure. In the first place my memory was at fault on the location of the place. I thought it was on the Blakeley’s Corners Road, but I was wrong. But the real trouble of the day was a succession of flat tires (3 in all, all on the same corner of the car. The first occurred when I was retracing my course from E. Aurora on Route 78 (intending to take another dirt road from R. 16).—Back on E. Aurora I spent an hour waiting for the flat to be fixed. The second dirt road also proved to be wrong, and so I went back to the Blakeley’s Corner Rd, and followed it east of Route 78, where it turns to a narrow dirt lane.; My little vale was not on this road, and I spent an hour or so looking for some other likely spot to [spend] the day. Nothing seemed right,—I found a rather attractive spot in a little valley where I decided to eat my lunch. This proves a very pleasant hour. The day was bright & sunny & all nature