"...I started at once to sketch branches, which took me till after supper before I had finished...I have just finished making some tags for branches and am now going to bed."
One of the interesting things about serving on a jury – one of the compensations – is meeting artists whose work you have known a long time –
A feeling of peace and comfort came over me at the sight of this beautiful group, like some being saying “All is well” –
Three glorious Indian summer days. Three days of wandering and painting in the country, so full of beauty and happiness, that I find it almost too deep to express in words…
This seems a crisis in my life. Without money, discouraged, I look myself over. I lack courage to do the hard work. I dream ideas & possibilities, I see the mountain-tops but haven’t the character to climb. Seeing my faults I do not cast them aside; but brood over them. Failure looms.
Evening, play on the phonograph in the house, my new Sibelius Fifth Symphony. It is magnificent beyond all words; I feel as tho I had never heard it before.
As I lay in bed this morning my mother below in the kitchen sang and whistled an old quaint air; as I listened I laughed happily that she was my mother...
"A silver dense morning. Sun a dim glow - the dark grey sky made it appear as moonlight. It is another world..."
B+I to church supper at 5:30. Good clam-chowder but the ham not so good. Bought a few things afterward. Then home, changed clothes + to the gallery for chamber music concert.
It has been a long warm mellow Fall. Even in the season-less city, autumn has invaded, and left its traces in heavy blue Indian Summer haze and smoking bon-fires.
On my walks to & from work I often think of the old Salem days, with something of regret for the lost bottom-lands of the Little Beaver.