Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 27, 1915

 …where the windborn ripples reflected the sunlight on the stream bed in endless streamers of fire—Thru hollow where in front the stream was partly covered with a thin layer of ice, free from water, woven with curious frost designs or smooth flowing lines—in places the tinkle of the stream and wind sawing thru a leafy maple; where tree branches dipped amazing busy with odd cries crept up and down the sunlit trees; where nearby a pair of cardinals pleased the eye, where a downy woodpecker raps with business-like precision in the top of a dead tree.

Charles Burchfield, January 27, 1915