Charles Burchfield, Journals, October 10, 1936

Late PM East to “Shed in Swamp” woods. Cool wind blowing out of the sunlit western sky, driving scattered clouds before it. As I went over the rough fields I realized all at once how good the earth was. I stooped and stroked the dry grass and weeds—what a wonderful thing the sense of touch; I squeeze clumps of the weeds & grass to get the feel—the actual contact. Walking on I likewise folded with my arms a maple branch, rejoicing in the sharp twigs and the resisting quality to the stiff branches.

Charles Burchfield, October 10, 1936