A restless night – dreams & uneasy stomach. Awoke at 5:00 and saw Orion had risen about an hour. Bright warm day. Bertha canning peaches, and I in studio studying the 1917 sketches...
"A subdued half dark day ended in a windy moonlight night – or rather it was the beginning – I longed to be afield – A windy moon & I at home!"
In studio again, this time studying the “Sparrow-Hawk Weather” – The tree in this is much too complicated – I made several studies aimed at simplifying it – I think I have it more or less solved.
As Maurice Sterne said,once a picture is started it assumes a life and direction of its own and it is up to the artist to find out what it wants and to follow it. This has been true of so many of my things, I ought to know better than to fight it.
Walk out to Willow-tree about 9:00 Tree-cricket chorus in full song – (First time this year I have heard them, [although]they must have been going before this)...
A rainy windy night following a hazy August day – Why can I not live as I would. Tonight I would be on the top of a lonely hill.
M.A. & C to Calvary Church in Buffalo to hear Richard Meibohm preach. Out with Don to Allegheny State Park; rest of us...
" ...After supper to Three Trees to sketch....The wind! Motion is life. All is dead that stands still. Last night..."
— Mart said some neighbors had invited Peggy to go to the beach for the day, so we said we thought she should go as the weather was to turn colder tomorrow —
For the first time in our lives we heard the song of a gold-finch — heretofore we had just heard the chipping song they use in flight. This was a charming combination of trills and warbling – he kept singing over and over again, pausing but a second between outbursts. He was perched in a high branch of the pear tree —