April 10, 1916—
This evening I called Travis’ attention to a wonderful bit of color formed by a yellow lamp coming up against a brilliant blue dusk outside the window. “Yes” he remarked after a moment “down at Potter’s I get all the different lighting effects in lampshades.”
Oh to see a sunsparkled drop of dew on a blade of grass and think there were nothing else in the world! Vague apprehensions of the future arise to torment me. I cannot enjoy nature with composure —
Charles E. Burchfield, April 10, 1916