Charles Burchfield, Journals, April 23, 1915

 A dappled morning – warm air.

Noon thru Park with H – air seems to sing – vapory yellow green clouds hovering in the trees; Afternoon the thundercloud in south – its powerful beauty thrills me as nothing has for many days – chippy sparrow – The rhythmic yellow green leaves in the trees seems to make the air whirl –

The fire – most grand and powerful sight – huge belching rings of flames – weird colored smoke –

I find in myself elements of the most vile sort, and again of the loftiest nature – I cannot understand this – I wonder if I am a farce – Amid all this wonderful season of new life, I despisemyself utterly – everything I do or want to do seems a farce, I condemn the ordinary things I say to people.

Charles E. Burchfield,  April 23, 1915