A.M. letters & cutting lawn- P.M. – to Three Rod road – David parks his car at our place & goes with me - run out of gas just beyond the Marilla road. Able to back down by gravity...
In spite of all had a good night — (Prep on the sunburn and aspirin did the trick!) But post-poned my visit to Dr. A. until tomorrow morning.
The “Goldenrod in December” never looked so well as it did here, when I could get away from it almost the length of the room
Mounting paper in studio. Evening—a beautiful, violent storm at sun-down. I watched it from the back yard—(later M & C join me)...
"...There ought to be a love so natural that it does not hinder the artistic life – love should be merely one of the unconscious functions of life –"
I was struck with the ravishing beauty of Albarella’s back lot – Never has it been as varied as it is this year – a luxuriant growth of blue chicory, fleabane, milkweed, Queen-Anne’s lace, evening primrose, wild sweet pea –
P. M. – In the Studio – going over various pictures. Worked on the 1954 “Wind Blown Hayfield,” heightening the sunlight effect throughout the picture –
July noon – Tall trees standing motionless with flat green shadows -, there is a film over the sun, and the air takes on a hazy brassy appearance –
July noon – Tall trees standing motionless with flat green shadows -, there is a film over the sun, and the air takes on a hazy brassy appearance –
Evening to Three Trees to sketch – Sun a soft white glow in a wonderful white glow in a wonderful whispy sky.