Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 9, 1916

For a walk at Mid-morning.  A dense violet haze in the air.  Sunlight falls in spokes thru black apple-tree – As I came to the Fields before Bentley’s, a flock of birds flew up at a distance.  Had their silver undersides not caught the white sunlight, I would not have seen them, for a moment later they dissolved into the haze.

I noticed in what beautiful rhythms the grass had been blown – It looked as tho a riotous wind were always blowing –

For walk at Mid-afternoon.  The sun is gone; the haze is thicker – the horizon is choked up.  East of here, is a rail road.  Its whistle is always a thing of mystery to me.  Today it caused me to long for a walk thitherwards.

Charles E. Burchfield, January 9, 1916