Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 and up the Hill road eastward.The day spent in the delightful woods on the south side— (where I painted “New Fallen Leaves”) First picked out a subject the one I did a couple of years ago of tree a group of trees that form what I call a lynx face. Then ate my lunch & then set up my paraphernalia.A fine day for my mood & subject—cloudy, threatening rain and not too cold. (white millers fluttering round, even into the evening). In the vaulted openings between the trees, I introduced glympses [sic] of Colden, the white church spire & a few houses & roads.—At late afternoon, it commenced to rain and a wind came up. I was able to protect my painting sufficiently and I myself was protected by a large maple by my side. The rain ceased presently & I painted comfortably until dark. Putting my things in the car, I set out for a twilight walk in the woods. I had just gotten to the ravine when I heard a car door slam shut. I felt I had to return to see who it was. It proved to be two young farmers. They very bashfully & sheepishly told me that [they] had seen my car standing all afternoon & thought perhaps the owner had been injured hunting. When I explained my business there they seemed all the more apologetic & embarrassed and left. I resumed my walk. Altho it was almost dark, I could see well enough on the ground. Branches I could not see however and my face was consistently being stung by them.  A fine feeling to the woods, moist, wet leaves, bare trees gleaming black against the steel grey sky, with fantastic “viels” [sic] of branch groups. A large ravine. Coming back, the lights of the village & farm houses like fire flies.I ate my lunch in the dark; then homeward.