There is the old thrill of the outdoors - Winter dawn is like something calm & self contained – down on the hill above the factories – The smoke goes up from a hundred chimneys into the quiet air...
"...Invited to a house-party...Thru some large ceiling-to-floor window facing south, I behold a wonderful scene...a large ancient locust with black shaggy trun...swayed by the summer wind..."
On the way to the lumbermill at late afternoon a striking effect of the sun about to be engulfed by a dense mass of blue-violet cloud – a large indefinite blinding glow
A restless night; awaken about every two hours; and much dreaming–only a fragment of one remains: I was taking Pal for a walk through Bentley’s Woods; I was conscious of being old and not so active anymore, so it was a marvelous delight to me that I could stride through the woods and up little hills with all the energy of my youth–
The dull spiritless weather continues – light rain at times.
All day on the “Star Pierces the Clouds” picture—it is one of the complicated pieces of lighting I have ever attempted combining as it does exaggerated star-light, house-lights...
Big masses of ragged clouds float across vivid emerald and cerulean skies the sun fills the air with blindness; on sunny sides of houses there is a busy dripping of icicles -
In fields in front of Bentley’s for walk in the December Dusk – S.W. the sky a rich neutral O, the snow startling white, houses “lost” in dense [snow].
A.M. all of us to church – P.M. writing letters to Saint-Gaudens – Daniel Catten Rich, Louise, and Carl Schaefer. At twilight – [Arthur] & I for walk to Union Rd...
"I prophecy for me a glorious spring –"
Had tea, then called John to “pass the time of day” – He told me that he had just sold “March Wind in the Woods” and “Waiting for the Trolly”.