Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 28, 1916

A momentary glimpse into a forgotten world tonight at Bedford Glens — After a rainy day I went down into the immense valley at sunset time — a dense fog arose obscuring the sunlight, but the afterglow turned it all to a rich yellow up & down the valley was endless space, rapids frothed at my feet — the wet shore reeked with plants —

Afterwards I ascended the valley top — nothing was visible in the valley but white mists, which made it seem like the edge of the world, yet I could hear the water roaring.

I heard the wood thrush’s wonderful song down in the cool dark blue-green valley —

Charles E Burchfield, May 28, 1916—