Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Winter Sunburst, 1960; watercolor, charcoal, and white chalk on joined paper mounted on board, 33 x 39 3/4 in. (83.8 x 99 cm); DC Moore Gallery, New York
Charles Burchfield, Journals, January 2, 1915
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Last night the moon hazed by snow mist, was surrounded by a weird circle, the lower half of which was lost in the density of the horizon—seemingly thin like a rainbow, caused by moonlight striking snow!
Last night’s promise was fulfilled today in a wild spasmodic blizzard from out of the west. At morning the snow was 67. thick and soggy, but hourly the wind cold until at darkness the snow was star-flakes.
Again I am reading the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. And each time they grow more wonderful. After glympsing [sic] “The Greatest thing on Earth” they are doubly beautiful by contrast, like being transported from the soggy rainy day in the city, to a sun-shot morning in a woods.
Charles Burchfield, January 2, 1915