Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 26, 1915

The last few days a source of poetic pleasure to me - A night or so ago - heavy snow; solid, sugary, deep.
     Yesterday thru Park - Choppily cut snow - blue shadows; sun a yellow glow in a weird green sky.
     Today, sunrise; pebbled sky; sun at first appearance sparkling gold —
     Train smoke - walk to school - very cold; as day proceeds - mist came to beautify the sky - Midafternoon - sun in weird sky, train.
     Sun gone at four. To station - factory sky weirdly white in contrast to yellow sky - trains approaching - boiling forth out of the mist.
     Out of city - blue woods darkening sky - white earth weeds sticking forth - all singularly beautiful.
     Thru twinkling sapling thicket I watch salmon flush growing in west; [though] the horizon is dark.
 Charles E. Burchfield, January 26, 1915