Of especial beauty for me, of course was the incident of showing hepaticas pushing up out of dead leaves, and growing into full bloom.
A beautiful sunshiny day — There is a feeling of spring to the look of the sky and sun...
"...snow flurries at times. The light is shifting – the sky is generally warm (yellow grey) and the difference of light and shadow on houses is more one of value than color..."
Grey sky (like a high fog) – fine snow particles just like grains of table salt –
P.M. All of us to Albright Gallery to see exhibition “Art of Today – in which I find my “Black Iron,” “Rainy Night,” “The Alley” & the “Lace Gables” —
Met there Ross, Rowe, Sisti & a few others —
How often do nature-writers express themselves thru natural phenomena instead of describing these for their own sake.
I had determined on this trip not to buy any of the cheap literature I usually kill time with. So I lay in my berth awhile thinking; chiefly, my thoughts centered around a long letter to the Telephone Co in which I told them pros & con, what I thought of the dial system.
The snow started about noon — a heavy fall all afternoon and into early evening. It came from the northeast at a slight slant — a hypnotic, beautiful sight...
To Buffalo, to get money and shop a little. A lively fall of feathery snow-flakes.
The first really big snow-storm – light fluffy snow that clung in heavy masses on everything it touched (on the trash-burner it looked like enormous puff-ball or marshmallow).