"...A perfect September day..."
Had to wait an hour at the latter’s – I “improved the time” by reading an article in the New Yorker on the havoc wrought on birds and animals by the poisonous insect sprays –
By way of Thruway to route 98 then north to Albion. A cool sunny day — sky almost cloudless — It was pleasant, even exciting to go North on such a day –
A short walk thru Post’s to Dutchman’s. The “Hawk-call” of the blue-jay was the rarest poetry of the ramble –
Noonwards & afternoon sky becomes smeary white & hazy. Sunlight dim. Tinny “cheweenp” of goldfinches fill the air...
Carnegie Jury in New York – Leave a day ahead of time so as to be able to go over my pictures at the gallery...
Cold in the morning but by mid-afternoon rather sultry – only a few mares-tails in deep blue sky. Cicadas very active...
"A mysterious dark day... It almost seems indecent to watch a man suffer as he did."
Cold (43° at 6:00 a.m. – down in the country, at Little Valley for example 32°) but sun shining brightly all day.
I’ll admit Ohio seemed great to me, and all the old homesick desires re-awakened in me. What I lack here in Gardenville, is a sense of direction. There is no east west south north. But in Ohio, where I was born, all these directions have a powerful mystical meaning.