"What I need most of all now is a period of complete solitude in which I can meditate at length – It is essential to my being..."
By late afternoon the skies were clearing, brilliant sunshine flooded the landscape – and there were spectacular cloud effects of ravishing beauty that filled me with happiness and despair at the same time.
Another thunderstorm in the night.
First light of dawn at 3:00.
A.M. drive to “Minnesota Point”—Sand–dunes—finding the wild sweet peas of my childhood
I thought the days of the black moons were passing but today is blacker than before — the cicada has commenced...
Nature herself will not admit of a partial love—you must give yourself to her entirely and when you do so, you will find that Nature will more than meet you halfway.
Drive in the country – thru Boston & back to Hamburg by way of Zimmerman Rd. The landscape bathed in thick sunlit fog and mist after the heavy rain last night.
A.M. – Writing up the Denver log – P.M. – Painting back of the “pavilion” – Wild sweet peas around a fence-post. Late P.M. Car delivered all fixed...
"...I am terrified that I view nature with such lassitude..."
On a first hearing it sounded almost as if all of his music out put into a meat-grinder, mixed thoroughly and then presented as one composition.
Looking out of a window I saw the sky was covered with a strange cloud formation, such as I had never seen before — I cannot now describe it, in a way to show why it seemed so wonderful to me, except that it was sort of a mackerel sky, lit up by a glowing gray light.