Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Untitled [Landscape with snow, dormant trees, and pond], March 31, 1917; watercolor and graphite on paper, 13 x 19 1/8 inches, The Parisi Collection
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 18, 1915
Monday, February 18, 2019
A glorious day. Dawn clear. A Heavy frost that bristles the grass white. At 10:30 sketching in park. The sky is such a wonderful blue that I fear I’ll miss some of its beauty if I do not gaze at it all the time. I expected at any moment to see a flock of bluebirds come down out of the sky, as fog condenses into rain. How intense the sunshine! Looking towards it, the trees are full of a whirl of glints, like maze of spiderwebs; away from it,the trees rise up, vivid yellow and red, against the blue sky. A crow cawed! How it thrilled me! As I write I am beset with the same feeling as when looking at the sky - I fear that I may write too little of its beauty.
Excellent weather for sap-running. Broken branches are hung with whitish icicles. I ate one and wondered if my imagination made it taste sweet.
Wade Park Pond was a blinding glare of ice.
Afternoon walk in Wade Park Pond with Kaiser. The day nearing its close,has lost none of its strength vigor, or beauty; indeed, it seems to intensify as it advances. A lasting beauty is the array of orange trees against the late afternoon sky.
Charles E. Burchfield, February 18, 1915