A day of clouds and sunshine – the former of infinite variety, from haunting far away sunlit cumuli, to great masses of dark storm clouds for which issued at times both rain and snow – the latter (sunshine) infrequent bursts or flashes
The world is new—the first snowfall is always the first the world ever had—I walked to work this morning in high spirits –
A noon looking out of the back window at a redbird – The endless joy of watching snow fall; the old grape arbor, the dead bush, the crude yellow & red houses — how good it seems that they exist –
All day in studio on painting suggested by farm & woods south of E. Aurora. At the end of the day, when I took it in the house—B thinks it is all good...
A mild morning, with vague misty clouds in the sky—contrary to yesterday’s barren-ness I “see” pictures in every direction, full of significance. Such “awareness” is not indicative of a painting mood—it dissipates in all directions, but it is a glorious state of mind for pure enjoyment.
Sat. Class — at Blossom — sunny but cool...showed Mrs. F. the small pictures— they (her husband along) — chose the Sept. wind. — took it home & are to come tomorrow p.m. for a final decision.
Home by rail on account of eyes. A cold snow-flurry morning. Sun-shining thru cloud-holes in great powerful shafts. During my stay here the weather is a continuation of the wonderful fall...
"...Baptist Church - Poplars bristle upward.."
Reading nightly a few pages in the condensed version of “Seven Days in May” Now something made me think of nasturtiums, and immediately memories of all the flowers Jim used to raise flooded my mind – petunias, four-o-clocks, morning glories, zinnias, pansies, etc.
At 4:00 Bertha called on the intercom to tell me that Evie Olmsted was here. A very pleasant visit – with the usual good-humored badinage – She has a wonderful spirit...
A November day. Tho sky at going-to-bed was starry early morning brought rain which soon ceased, and the day became one of mighty wind and swift clouds...