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Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Sun Setting in a Bank of Smoke, 1917; Watercolor on paper, 21 1/2 x 17 1/2 inches; Image courtesy of DC Moore Gallery

Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Sun Setting in a Bank of Smoke, 1917; Watercolor on paper, 21 1/2 x 17 1/2 inches; Image courtesy of DC Moore Gallery

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 10, 1914

Monday, September 10, 2018

 

Heavy frost. Roofs white. Brilliant sun’s rays plunging swiftly thru (sic) the cold-laden air shattered the frost to dust, some of which floated aimlessly around in a scummy haze and some of which condensed on grass blades in sparkling frost dew.

One imagines he never inhaled such air or sunshine.

Wet spots on a tar-roof a deep but brilliant blue.

Sky pale & whispy.

Mists at horizon. Sun whitened houses looking eastward. Sunsaturated smoke hovers lazily around.

Noonwards & afternoon sky becomes smeary white & hazy.  Sunlight dim. Tinny “cheweenp” of goldfinches fill the air.

Sky grows darker towards evening. Sounds prolonged. White smoke pushes slowly & with difficulty straight up thru (sic) the heavy air. Having attained a certain height snaps off shorts & travels westward. It is very quiet. The summer is over when rain comes in this fashion.

Sky vaguely dappled, at first I thought it plain. A train­-whistle echoing & re-echoing thru (sic) the elastic rainy air, followed by a roar of wheels & tracks.

Charles E Burchfield, Sept 10, 1914     

 

 

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