A blueskied calm day – white morning – such a morning which calls to mind phoebe birds – as I remember on summer night spent in the woods when at three o’clock, a million phoebes commenced to call at once. It is one of the morning that will live with me all my life.
Evening to Three Trees to sketch – Sun a soft white glow in a wonderful white glow in a wonderful whispy sky – from across illimitable spaces comes the call of a mourning-dove – the air is calm, almost stagnant – there seem to be memories on all sides of long-forgotten things.
Charles E. Burchfield, July 9, 1915