Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Monday, June 10, 2013
There is an excitement in riding on a street-car when you have no objective - At a certain point the canal looked so interesting we got off and made for it, came to some locks -
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Going home I felt as Paul did in “All Quiet on the Western Front” when he left his dying comrade. I wanted to “see” everything to the fullest extent.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Repairs going on at our house. Short pieces of clapboards lying about.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Most people see nature only through the eye of a great poet or artist—
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Don't let anyone kid you about the title—after all, why not Sea Shells, or Sun Glare or Sun Shimmer or what have you? What's in a name?
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
make this the first sentence – along some road to the north running east & west, is a lonely farmhouse with a row of young maples in front of it
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
As we approach the summer solstice our brief taste of tropical weather begins – heavy moist windless heat saturates the earth – the rank meadows reek with hot buttercups –
Monday, June 3, 2013
In bed, —the lightning increases in brilliance, almost continuous—the wind rises, the poplar tree outside my window, a writhing tortured black many fingered mass, with wild lightning curling around it
Saturday, June 1, 2013
I sit here by the window of my little attic almost too full of happiness to write about it – …I think of my new son — my first boy – only three weeks old – it seems incredible he is a boy – it is just a baby –
Friday, May 31, 2013
I dreamt quite a lot last night. Most of it is vague, but one thing remains—someone said to me “you ought to go back to those old interpretations of nature moods again"...