A clear air day. Patches of white pithy dapple-like clouds in the blue. Morning fresh & cold. Noon sun warm. I hear katy-dids, the first for some days...
"...The combination of wind rushing thru trees and the clatter of rain beating against streaking winds is one of the fine things about Autumn weather..."
After a long and animated conversation in the house we went out to the studio, where I showed them some of my recent work – It was a pleasure showing to them for they not only understood what I was trying to express, but were enthusiastic too –
Negley— the shriek of the locomotive is tossed about from one hog-back to another like children play ball; it seems all over when far to the northeast comes a last remote echo, and the hot white silence settles down over the town again –
This dew-drenched spurry valley is a wonderful thing on misty mornings. Shrub willows star-studded which, snapped by the new born breeze, flung upward pieces of silver that struck by the sun were given voice & dissolved into killdeers.
Worked all day on the [Genesee St. Bldg] Picture—at the end B said it did not come up to my “standard” for such pictures—and I could see she was right. The interest is too general—I felt discouraged.
"...we notice all at once how late the sun is in appearing...Early a fleet of clouds come & obscure the sky, clearing away at late afternoon..."
Have been re-reading (this time in the complete version) “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee, a wonderfully human story full of horror and tragedy – One of the better books of recent years.
5:00 A.M. Along ridge above Egypt road with F [probably his brother, Fred]—in search of mushrooms.