Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Winter Sunburst, 1960; watercolor, charcoal, and white chalk on joined paper mounted on board, 33 x 39 3/4 in. (83.8 x 99 cm); DC Moore Gallery, New York
Charles Burchfield, Journals, March 1, 1916
Monday, March 2, 2015
I woke up this morning in time to hear a redbird singing. A little later the sun rose in the heavy mists, a red disc. A beautiful thing is that the harness of work horses of various farms around town are ornamented with rings and brass ornaments etc.
They are transporting trees bodily to the Museum; and the labor is of epic grandeur. Four powerful horses are required to pull the truck on which the tree is loaded, and a huge [CD] to load, and to plant the tree in the hole. So a tree is a precious thing. And on Euclid 97. Avenue we see an aging tree supported by a huge iron bar which connects it with the house and prevents it from falling.
Charles Burchfield, March 1, 1916