Still rain & cold –In studio, studio, studio various pictures especially the Sunburst, which needs enlarging and redesigning – also studied the 1940 “December Storm.”
Grey smoky November – a cool morning – yellow + ochre rifts in sky that sweeps from N.W. at times silver sun in low S.E. Heavy yellow haze –
Seeing the cold moon tonight I strangely thought of violets.
After lunch, set up my sketching outfit & soon at work painting (a tall gloom-filled hemlock & surrounded trees),—How good it was to be painting again, after more than three months...
"...Leaves whirling over the ground is a sparkling sight..."
To Church. As we drove out Clinton, we could see that the distant hills to the south were white with snow. A peculiar thrill, to realize that only so short a distance away...
On an errand to the shed for wood, I turned and looked out of the back lots to the Southwest – they already have a November look — the skies are leaden; there is an exciting smell of snow in the air. (But only scattered rain here; snow fell in the country south & southerly, but the lake tempered it for us).
A great blanket of cloud hangs over the earth this morning—except low in the south-east, where the intermittent sun lights up the horizon which has the appearance of the outside world as viewed from an immense cave.
Miss Finley almost represents the spirit of the Dance. Rhythm is second nature to her.
About 3:00 A.M. I woke up. I thought I could taste wood-smoke, in my tongue – hearing Bertha stirring about too, I called to her, and we got up to investigate...