Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

we decided to eat our lunch in a little sunlit ravine, from where we had a view of Colden with its beautiful little white church.; A pleasant hour. By noon the sun had become a white glow in the gray thickening mists. (Some time ago, Life magazine printed a diagram of a rain storm, and the last two days we have been able to see a perfect example.)—Yesterday low in the south had appeared the vanguard of the storm—long streamers of feathery sunlit clouds, radiating from a print a little South of South-west). This morning, more solid bars of cloud had appeared from the S-SW. And now, about noon, solid thickening mists were spreading out over the sky, dimming the sun. By the time we were homeward bound, the southern sky was mottled by the scallops of clouds that presage an almost immediate rainfall. Tho the storm itself was advancing from the S.W. the wind was actually from the N.E. due to the whirling motion of the storm. I felt that a marvelous picture could be made of showing the progress of such a storm and combining with it the feeling of approaching winter.—black motifs back of trees); Mart feeling sick again we decided to go homeward. At the top of the hill where we turned around, we had to stop & allow M to relieve herself. We stopped at Colden for ice-cream then homeward, northward to the Orchard Park E. Aurora road,—north & Behm Road to show the Great Elm to Louise (the sun thru its branches)—& then home.; Just as L & I were about to leave for the station M called up & said she was sick again. It was decided to bring her down here, until the paint smell was gone. Just as we were going out, Rev. Trumpholz of the Ebenezer Church came to call. (M. said it was the second time he had come & she could not see him, & she was embarrassed)—; L & I to station—she was able to get a seat on the Empire State Express & it was on time.