Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

me, with the effect of sunrays coming from above and slanting downwards (the effect produced by perspective). I found, without trouble, an ideal place for working out of this idea.It was good to be back in this place, scene of so many interesting and happy hours paint last summer. The fields and woods already had the mid—summer August look. A few grasshoppers singing in the reddening grasses, and occasionally a timid cicada, who after one song would lapse for long periods into silence, if frightened by its own sound. Puffy white clouds, driven by the northeasterly wind, drifted across the clean cobalt sky.Finished about six—after carrying my “gem” to the car, I set about getting some rotting wood, and black muck, after which I took a short walk northward. I then moved the car out into a more open space to eat my supper. In the fields to the west, above which the sun was slowly declining, some farmers were loading a truck with hay, and another with a team of horses was cutting.I spent the evening here. A short excursion into a black—caverned weeds, where I found a gray-topped mushroom (which we identified later as collybis platyphilla.I had planned to wait for the moon to rise, but grew