Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Nov 4, 1917 -

     A.M – a wonderful heavy frost – even the tops of trees coated thickly –

     P.M – To New Albany sketching

     Albany – a strange combination   Its red chimneys – the noisy brook below recalling of a time before Spring sensations – a windmills strident squeak at regular intervals, which a hog answered by more hideous squeals from somebody’s front yard – the old childhood sensation of North – of sad late summer afternoons – afar to the purple east a train rumbles deeply –

     Home in the violet dusk by the Egypt road – The Star –