Charles Burchfield, JournalsNovember 15, 1938

The first snow, following a fine sunrise….

A weird effect at noon. Darkness settled down over the earth—the sky was a thick yellowish gray, a peculiar, ominous color—light from the studio streamed out over the snow as at night, a last twilight—a flash or two of lightening, followed by deep hollow thunder—snow falling steadily.

(Would this be like the first—or last rather—brief day of the Arctic Circle?)

I saw in my mind’s eye, the whole panorama of Fall from the lurid October trees, thru the idyllic November sunlit days, to sudden winter—

Charles Burchfield, November 15, 1938