A Dream –We had been to the old dream-town over East. Someone said we were to entrain for the town in waking hours...
"...a wild sweeping winds wrought changes in the sky so rapidly it was amazing...I am sorry I stayed indoors – a vigorous wind was what I needed to clear my dusty mind..."
Dreamt last night our house was situated in a marsh-like place. I was younger...
All day long on the Peterbird picture – Letter in the morning mail from F.R. [Frank Rehn] asking that I send the “December Light” as soon as possible to Montclair (N.J.) Museum, as they might buy it.
A dream – Of starting out to sketch when it was yet winter; going by the bank of canal or creek (which was west Fourth Street) it started to rain, the sun came out dimly...
I remembered little of yesterday except that at dusk there was a rich blue haze which deepened at night –
A Dream. A confused unearthly dusk – A train of various kinds of freight cars going northward in the gloom...
Far into the night I brooded over the destruction of the trillium woods, with a sense of helplessness over the spreading cancer of “civilization.”
A dream – There was a heavy frost which plastered the dead plants and houses. It had been grey and lowery all morning, however towards noon the sun commenced to show...
I felt sick at my stomach, a whole world seemed tumbling about me—