Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Wind in the Night, 1939-1949; watercolor on paper, 17 1/2 x 24 1/2 inches; Image from the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 2, 1939
Saturday, February 2, 2019
After a “council of war” B & I decided it best that I cash the bonus bonds. So, P.M. to Buffalo to draw out the balance on the savings account ($50) – and to the post office to turn in the bonds. I suffered a vague sense of shame or embarrassment from this.
A thawing day — snow soggy, and finely mottled with soot on the surface – A fresh breeze from the south, moist and exciting. How rich houses look, especially where they come against the luminous gray sky.
Evening B & I walk out Clinton as far as the “egg-man’s” (a little over a mile). The moon almost full, shining from a sky that had a thin film over it, enough to make the stars hazy – a few patches of pale silvery clouds. It had grown colder, enough to freeze a thin crust over the melted snow-pools; a brisk invigorating wind from the S.W. The wide spreading fields, covered (except for haphazard dabs of black earth) with snow gleaming phosphorescently in the moonlight, had a wide faraway lonely look.
Charles Burchfield, February 2, 1939)