To Emporium Country —
A late start, but that did not bother me, for on this day I wanted chiefly to get more studies for the Road Picture and “In a Mountain pass” both of which required afternoon lighting effects.
A soft delightful morning, with a strangely beautiful golden sunshine out of a misty sky. The golden quality of the light has the characteristic of sunlight on a day in late February. The liquid chatter of starlings comes from the thinning trees – the earth is mellow –
A soft delightful morning, with a strangely beautiful golden sunshine out of a misty sky.
Because of Golden’s letter the other day asking for a Christmas design for 1953, I decided to do one patterned after the large “Star” – and made a pencil sketch of the size I wanted...
Fresh cool day. Deep blue sky, blinding white clouds intense sunshine. Oriole in morning. Heavy dew. Mists if we look sunwards
First a little strip of lawn with the pale luminous shadow of late summer turning it bluish green – then a meadow of tawny grass sprinkled with goldenrod...
I found this evening dangling on the end of grass frond, a curled morning glory flower, which drying had fastened a tiny grey feather to the grass stem. How did this happen?
The hottest day yet—temperature at 93 at mid-afternoon—very hazy, “high” clouds glittering white against the hot blue zenith—Discovered early morning that the cortisone spray was empty—this meant I had to go in to Dr. A’s office and get a new one—
Trains roaring in the black night have suddenly taken on a strange significance.
Gathering of mushrooms amounts to the highest poetic pleasure. The feel of those pulpy nubbins! The hunter goes from one to another in pure child-like ardor. Their beautiful odd tone of old rose - one likes to feast his eyes them.