Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 18, 1917

P.M. Walk –

West green beyond Jennings– Old Northwest Sunday afternoon mood – the tall dead tree; loose cloudy sky-high N.W. wind –

A glimpse of houses & freight cars

S.W. on New Garden road –Tthe Quaker boy who said "Thee" and "I'll say so" –

Winona at Sunset – white horizon over top of road. Strange road at dusk – became lost; wander back and forth over dark road. The lowering sky begins to break & shows a star or two – The furnace lights are in the wrong direction – The new moon – a wild viciously blinding white silver. It is in the wrong corner of sky. The distant lights of a town. A farm girl sets me right – Young man takes me in buggy. The moon is clear now. My directions mixed, it seems in the south. [sketch of crescent moon visible between clouds]

And seems like the primeval landscape with the First Moonrise.

Charles E. Burchfield, November 18, 1917