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Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), House by a Railroad, 1927; watercolor on paper, 15 7/8 x 20 3/4 inches; Munson-Williams-Proctor Arts Institute, Museum of Art, Utica, New York, Edward W. Root Bequest, 1957

Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), House by a Railroad, 1927; watercolor on paper, 15 7/8 x 20 3/4 inches; Munson-Williams-Proctor Arts Institute, Museum of Art, Utica, New York, Edward W. Root Bequest, 1957

Charles Burchfield, Journals, June 26, 1927

Monday, June 26, 2017

P.M. to Hamburg by trolley & walk over Chestnut Ridge & thence to Orchard Park—
Missing the Hamburg Car at City Line I started walking – a brilliant day after the heavy rainstorms of the day before – great dark gray clouds with brilliant blinding white tops Fields rank with flowers – white daisies, buttercups Purple-pink clover, deep orange hawkweed; the air was heavy with clover scent – the white daisies gave the fields a chalky look, as if whitewash spattered over the green—

The Polish Picnic – musicians playing some old-world dance music on accordians (?) – I stopped to listen – the people crowded under low maples talking & laughing made it gay – I had to admit to myself that jazz in spite of its ingenious novelties & clever imprudence, does not fit the outdoor picnic like this music did—

Down the N. Boston road to creek, where I turn off to strike the old railroad bed – along this creek I found wild iris still in bloom which took me back to the first time Bertha & I came thru here, 10 days after we were married. It was May 30, & the iris were in their prime.

I didn’t have any iris here, Someday I would find mine in the much warmth down that flanks the railroad bed on both sides.

Charles E. Burchfield, June 26, 1927

 

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