Jan – 19 – A blizzard, with the temperature about zero. Still life of two plants in front of a frosted window –
Painted the memory of an incident that took place almost 60 years ago, but which seems still as vivid in my memory as the day it happened long ago.
The January thaw.—Thick almost impenetrable fog—The pores of the earth seem to open and exude a chill dampness into the sodden air—The ice in the creek breaking up, but no real flood water yet—The great cakes of ice, haphazard along the creek,—
A mild beautiful day yesterday, with clear watery blue sky, a few white clouds and warm sunshine...
A walk at night in the snow deep fields – the black zenith starred. A remote cheerless with far away houses against the horizon – a haze on the air –
Dark, lowery day – wet snow falling, temperature hovering around 33-32 –
P.M. Walter Meibohm with check for “July Sunlight Pouring Down”) –
The January gale is abroad again today – At noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shine.
WINTER SOLSTICE I can nearly always, if I can get afield, find some Dandelions in December. Once I found them on New Year’s Day. I think of December as a leafless landscape, white sunlight, misty distances, & dandelions hugging the lichen-like turf.
I think of December as a leafless landscape, white sunlight, misty distances, & dandelions hugging the lichen-like turf.