Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Monday, July 29, 2013
What endears Delacroix's journal to me are notes like the following -
Sunday, July 28, 2013
A rather tiresome day – finally in desperation we drove over to Crowns for a snack – on our return we invited the R’s [Richters] for a visit and refreshments –
Saturday, July 27, 2013
It seems I cannot bear to leave my work alone any longer —In my day-dreaming I see all kinds of strange lands & hear strange music. This season is new to me again — The cricket chorus is strong —
Friday, July 26, 2013
The night wind blew a moonlight night across the land after the last light vanished. I dreamed of my future as I went along under the black wind-clattering trees—
Thursday, July 25, 2013
The air is full of aimless spiderwebs strands, glittering silken in the late afternoon sun, swayed here + there by a fitful breeze. By this means it is that spiders weave their webs across impossible places.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
A hot sultry morning—crimson sun on rising above the emerald earth, gleaming thrua leaf dotted tree—
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Any sound that brings to the hearer’s mind the remembrance of some beautiful aspect of nature, some reminder of a happy event, or is in some way vitally related to the life of the hearer, is music of the divinest sort.
Monday, July 22, 2013
...This year the wheat-fields seem choked full, and are especially beautiful; in the last few days many have been cut, but some stand yet, varying in shade from almost white to rich hot orange-browns.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
B [Bertha] & I out for drive at late afternoon – south to Glenwood & west to Boston, home on Cole Rd.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Yesterday morning, noticing how fast the morning glories seemed to be growing — I put a mark at the tip of one at 9:30. By 3:15 it had grown 2 3/8 inches, and in 24 hours it added 6 ½ inches.