Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 27, 1915

A sundazzled morning.

Dripping of lengthening icicles. P.M. To Bentleys + Farqhuars - Clear blue + green sky—white dappled vivid blue streaming over yellow snow from tree bases—

The fields are wide in the early afternoon sunlight—they seem endless. At Trough where the wind ripples reflected the sunlight on the stream-bed in endless streamers of fire—

Thru hollow wherein front the stream was partly covered with a thin layer of ice, free from water woven with curious frost designs or smooth flowing lines—in places the tinkle of the stream and the wind sawing thru a leafy maple; where tree branches dipped balls of sparkling ice up and down in the black water; where nut-hatches amazingly busy with odd cries crept up and down the sunlit trees; where nearby a pair of cardinals pleased the eye; where a downy raps with business like precision in the top of a dead tree.

To Beech Grove where there is endless wonderful music in the yellow leaves. Home with difficulty against the streaming sunshine.

Charles E. Burchfield, January 27, 1915