Even when I can make up my mind to work on one definite picture, I make false moves, which have to be eliminated—So it was with the “August Sun and Spider-web tree”
My most disturbing problem in these later years is that I have too many ideas—so many have piled up and more keep crowding my mind that I find myself in the following dilemma—which to concentrate on?
The usual activities—Drive C to work at 8:30—
P.M- In studio, working on “August Twilight” (The one inspired by my boyhood memories of evenings at our step-grandmother’s place in the country south of Minerva, Ohio)...
A cool clear morning. Invigoration. A peculiar elasticity to the air. There is no wind stirring the trees yet as we move about a brisk breeze strikes our faces - it is as tho (sic) our moving set the air in motion.
I had wanted to get to work on the Dragon-fly picture but feel too nervous + irritable.
A warm day, with bright sun, and a few patches or cirro-cumulus clouds
Up early, in anticipation of painting the butterfly milkweed picture—
I found the blooming season almost at an end, but a few butterflies still—I thought I could perhaps work from memory.
To the south and east are dignified thunderheads, attaining a dignity & majesty which I think only must be equaled by mountains. Their “base” is lost in the haze at the horizon.