Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Sunday, July 26, 2020
By late afternoon the skies were clearing, brilliant sunshine flooded the landscape – and there were spectacular cloud effects of ravishing beauty that filled me with happiness and despair at the same time.
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Another thunderstorm in the night.First light of dawn at 3:00.A.M. drive to “Minnesota Point”—Sand–dunes—finding the wild sweet peas of my childhood
Friday, July 24, 2020
I thought the days of the black moons were passing but today is blacker than before — the cicada has commenced...
Thursday, July 23, 2020
Nature herself will not admit of a partial love—you must give yourself to her entirely and when you do so, you will find that Nature will more than meet you halfway.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Drive in the country – thru Boston & back to Hamburg by way of Zimmerman Rd. The landscape bathed in thick sunlit fog and mist after the heavy rain last night.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
A.M. – Writing up the Denver log – P.M. – Painting back of the “pavilion” – Wild sweet peas around a fence-post. Late P.M. Car delivered all fixed...
Monday, July 20, 2020
"...I am terrified that I view nature with such lassitude..."
Sunday, July 19, 2020
On a first hearing it sounded almost as if all of his music out put into a meat-grinder, mixed thoroughly and then presented as one composition.
Saturday, July 18, 2020
Looking out of a window I saw the sky was covered with a strange cloud formation, such as I had never seen before — I cannot now describe it, in a way to show why it seemed so wonderful to me, except that it was sort of a mackerel sky, lit up by a glowing gray light.
Friday, July 17, 2020
A.M. letters & cutting lawn- P.M. – to Three Rod road – David parks his car at our place & goes with me - run out of gas just beyond the Marilla road. Able to back down by gravity...