Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 06, 1918

To the Dead Swamp sketching –

It was a hazy afternoon – bright white spring beauty buds, sharply pointed, with writhing leaves sparkle in the dead grass, dead logs + limbs like grinning snakes – from afar the mourning doves –

The toads desultory chorus all afternoon, as the sun dies, + the rain gloom comes down, swells into a fury of sounds; uprooted trees glower at their reflections

Charles Burchfield, April 6, 1918