Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 12, 1926

The bright turns foggy – the passing ships – first one clearly discernible but gray & gaunt – weird — the next only visible by the lights —  the constant booming of the fog horns – on & on & on goes the ship in the gray northeast void - for a time there was an opening in the sky to the N. W. but later the sky closed down – finally I heard the fog-horn from Buffalo — What a relief — then the ship slows down & stops — agony – here all night? — then starts up again – Finally the lighthouse in sight – the power of that horn – coming in the harbor – the signal for the tugs The eerie feeling – the vague lights of the city throwing the buildings, elevators etc. in into fantastic silhouettes — The big freighter going out – the men playing with the whistles — shore at last –

Charles E. Burchfield, June 12, 1926