Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

July 5 (Sat.)10:00 A.M. to Dr’s—Says the cyst sore completely destroyed by the infection—will remove wart Tues A.M.; ; ; _____________________—To country S.E. of E. Aurora sketching—(South on Olean Rd. (16) to Warner Hill Rd—thence to Vermont Hill Rd. South on latter several miles.) A deserted house seems a good place to eat lunch, and I park here.Flat farm country. The day is cloudy, but with a feeling of sunshine—light rain at times. Spread blanket under maple tree.Pleasant mellow feeling to the air. Rain-moist breeze off the meadows. A farmer & his three sons with a load of field-stones—He greeted me cordially with “Taking a rest?” There was no hint of envy in the question, it was entirely friendly—He had been talking volubly to the boys before, and now he resumed what seemed to me to be a talk to interest the boys, to keep them interested “There was a man down at the store….”—one of the boys “Look, there’s a woodchuck!”I tried in vain to find a subject on the spot—I had in mind doing something dark and mysterious, like a solemn Bach figure—something to do with the dark interior of a tree on a cloudy day.