Dec. 19—Friday—
Addressing cards. P.M. B, M and I to Loblaws shopping- cold weather; intermittent sunshine and snow flurries- beautiful feathery flakes.
Arising sleepy, the approach of the sun awakened me with its beauty. A long streak of light as on the evening I saw Sundogs, went up into the frozen air...
A heavy fog in the night condenses on the trees in thick white frost – Houses pale ghosts in the haze –...
I am too busy in school to heed much of the outside. At mid-afternoon the sun drew attention out of the windows by a weird effect with a cloud.
We stayed on the bridge watching the engines shifting back & forth until we got too cold to stand still any longer.
When it is not snowing near objects on first glance seem glittering black—
Two letters from F.R. one containing a check, the other a letter about the forthcoming exhibition of my recent work (Jan.7 -). He explained his hesitancy about showing them...
"... I disagree with that: that is the coward’s viewpoint. How can a person, a genius for instance, ever accomplish anything if he is continually giving in to a hostile world?..."
A.M. – to studio to get the studio ready for new paper to be put down. I took a boyish delight as always in burning the old paper; being full of tar it made a wonderful creamy smoke, with dark flames as usual.