The storm has “blown itself out”, but there is still a brisk wind from the S.W. It is milder and there is a strong feeling of spring...
The storm has “blown itself out”, but there is still a brisk wind from the S.W. It is milder and there is a strong feeling of spring. P.M. To Buffalo to bank & market...
"...People, generally, love their follies. To attempt to lessen our cast of some of your own follies, is admittedly showing that you deem yourself superior to others."
A vivid sunrise – long bars of scarlet clouds extending from NE to SE – with an intensified ruby glow almost due east – I thought this meant rain or snow, but it was sunny all day...
Morning gray, with light on the southern horizon — Temp. +34° - By early afternoon, the sun came out and it seemed like Spring –
In studio most of day working on “The Heavens Declare” and somewhat to my surprise bringing it more or less to a conclusion ‒ In fact, I had doubts about it, since I practically finished it [in] about a week’s time ‒ However when I took it into the house, Bertha insisted it was beautiful as well as logical — that I had reached the point where I did less fumbling because I had the experience of a life-time at my disposal.
About 10º above this morning. A.M. letter from Pres. James B Conant of Harvard that they wish to confer on me the Doctor of Arts Honorary Degree June 10...
Chilly, damp, overcast — listless fall of snow at times —All day in studio on “Late Winter Dawn.” The most important change is the addition of stars — It now seems to “hang together” better. Bertha thought it beautiful, and refused even to consider the thought that it might still have faults.
Dreams – 1. One of enormous caves, one a huge cone-like cavity as I imagine the interior of a wasps-nest might look; opposite it a deep black cave...
I worked on with joy and exuberance, with a feeling of power such as I have not known for months – At the end of the day, exhausted mentally & emotionally I called B out to look at it. She was completely "bowled over" by it, and declared it to be one of my best. In a daze of happiness all evening.
Dominating all impressions was that of the creek. A stream in early spring assumes a power and significance it never attains at any other season...