Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 came at mid P.M. & take us for a drive. Then H helps me with pictures—then supper & cards.; ; ; ; ; Mon. Nov. 22—A.M. B & I packing pictures in car—to Garret Club. (Check from F in mail—first to bank).The usual bustle about putting up an exhibit—etc. B & I put “bracquets” [sic] on matted pictures—wire on framed ones etc.Mrs. Jackson had us to lunch—along with Mr.  & Mrs. Ritchie & Miss Kimball—a pleasant time. Miss K very witty—; ; ; ; ; —Tues. Nov. 23—To the Rushford country sketching—Cool & cloudy at first—park by an extensive woods on route 243 not far west of Rushford. After a brief with in the woods, set up my easel and soon at work.A fine feeling—the best this Fall—the roar of wind in the tree tops, the rich wet sienna leaves—chickadees and nuthatch. The sun began to break thru the dark layer clouds & I introduced stray sunshine effects into my sketch—By noon I had completed what might be termed an underpainting—I stopped for lunch which I ate sitting on a log. Then painting again. From time to time I was annoyed by hunters who stopped by the road to relieve themselves—the annoyance being that I was afraid they might come over to see what I was doing. None did however.As the afternoon wore on, the sun disappeared & the sky became more & more overcast. Just as I was finishing a fine wet snow began to fall. By the time I was packed up & on the way to the car, the woods was turned to a soft misty grayish lavender by the falling snow. It did not last however.