Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

(North on the Vermont Hill Rd—right on Goodleberg (!) Rd.—where a huge black dog crouched ready for the game of chasing a car). To Hunter’s Creek Rd & south for a couple miles, but the country proved uninteresting so north again, to the Goodleberg Rd, to Vermont Hill Rd, right on Weed Hill Rd—) and almost at once saw a promising maple.—Parked under some roadside maples, and found on second look, the tall maple, with an elm behind it, to be very good.All afternoon on the sketch—exaggerating the darkness of sky & tree—Blue birds, orioles, red-bird (?)—Afterwards for short stroll thru daisy-filled hayfield, and little wooded ravine—the wood-cockLunch, leaning against a high tension pole—The calm beauty of the declining day—clouds thinned out, sun at times—The little valley when I am reminded a little of the Dutchman’s—and I tried to put myself back in my boyhood when with Jim & Joe, we used to fish for bass & sunfish. A feeling North, and of North-west sun-down,—I lay a long time afterwards.Put my lunch basket in car, and or walk down into the valley—a delightful spot, with winding creek, dark woods, old dead trees and willow swamps—On bridge—spider in its web—I blew on it, and