"A brilliant day; a few blinding clouds across the blue..."
After breakfast as we were getting ready to go food shopping, Bertha called my attention to a great number of bees that were hovering at the east side of the garage...
Inconsequential activity in the studio. Scrubbing out apple trees in a small water color made in 1932 (of the square house with tower on Clinton near Bowen Rd) – When the too-dense trees were removed, the house gained in power.
I was dreaming I had been forsaken by all my beloved and sat by a stream in the woods in misery, when a bluebird fluttered up strangely tame & sat on my knee...
At afterglow time To Bentley’s – Pipers – woods + frogs in the glassy ponds – In the twilight woods – a leaf whistle –
At late afternoon, the fire has rushed on, leaving burning stumps on the hillside like torches - ; the rain-gloom has covered the sky with vivid flattened lights –
To look at “Genesee St. Bldg.” – I realize it is almost time to get to work on this picture – make a few studies...
"...This poem almost perfectly describes to-day – a wild stormy day, with cold winds, whirling snow and wild cloudy skies. At night the clouds disappeared and left the cold starry sky overhead."
Decided to send the “Late Winter Radiance” to the B.S.A. + Patteran show at the gallery – Put it in a frame and sealed it.
I thought, as I squatted on my heels, and gazed in the warm amber colored water with its teeming life, that if one could but read it aright, this little watery world would hold the whole secret of the universe.