To country S.E. of E. Aurora painting (—Best way to get there—20A—right on 98 to Johnsonburg (1.3 miles)—east on road, then 2nd road to right). A calm lean, almost cloudless day—as one gets away from lake, more & more even—almost full October color.
Night wonderful. Moon circled with a beautiful rainbow. Moon sparkled poplar trees. As I get in bed I sit on edge + look out of window.
All trees in moonstorm haze, a glitter with silver glint.
Thin cricket chorus. Sounds like a ball in a whistle. Steady. Watch my watery poplars thru the morning. How wonderful & beautiful they are, that they pass unnoticed.
In the garden, collecting four-o’clock seeds (which has become like a mechanical habit, for I already have many more than I need) waiting for the Dr. and his party to arrive to look at pictures – The west dark and threatening...
Thin pin-point creaking of a few crickets.
This is my beauty—all the beauty I wish for: the love of this nature around my home.
John and Winnie’s Visit – A thoroughly enjoyable and also “profitable” get-to-gether – Besides the pleasure of showing my pictures to someone who loves and understands them, it also bolstered my self-confidence, which is so often lacking; for example in radical innovations such as the “Moth and Thunderclap,” which I get a thrill from every time I look at it, but which has made me wonder “Is this going [too] far into the abstract world?” John seemed “bowled over” by it in fact it probably was his favorite of the year’s work. When I mentioned my concern that it might [seem] like a capitulation to the abstract mode; he argued that it was nothing of the sort, but seemed derived directly from nature. So it turned out again and again.
Working on frames.