Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Thursday, February 7, 2013
I read an account in some paper lately about some robins hibernating near Ohio in great flocks. Lack of food is all that keeps them away other years.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
A day out of March – a capricious mixture of ever imminent sunshine and snow-flurries. P.M. for walk. The wind tho not strong, was a nervous, curling one, and whirled the snow in all directions.
Monday, February 4, 2013
To-day was an ideal Winter day. Hardly a cloud appeared in the deep blue June-like sky. But the wind was cold, as I found when I started out for a walk after dinner. And that walk was one of the best I ever enjoyed.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
On one or two of the warm days past, I heard crows, and once I passed under one which was on a limb of a beech.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
The January gale is abroad again today – At noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shine.
Friday, February 1, 2013
I would like my grave to be planted with hepaticas, and be on some low hillside facing south so that as the sun's rays each March came out of the steaming south, the hepaticas on my grave would be the first to bloom.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Examinations to-morrow and I am exempt in everything! So were Bill and Bud - I guess we were the only three in the class.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
The Brook was fairylike, - the black ice dotted with white bunches of fernilke frost. Here and there the water gave forth solitary warbles, like a blackbird’s liquid call.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
All things are possible now. I felt like throwing a gauntlet into the face of the whole world; let me, like a winter wind sweep all of the debris of the centuries away, I – alone – unaided!
Monday, January 28, 2013
For some reason while I was walking along yesterday I thought of a painting I started in 1917 of two hollows - one representing spring & life and [the] other winter and death -