Everything was blotted out except near trees which were dim feathery blurs –
Working on the drawing of the false front in my reconstructed picture of East Liverpool (1920) which I think of as “Sun, Moon, & Star.”
"The wind whistled all night and today it rained... From time to time the trees clash their branches in the wet windy air; yet in spite of it they all have a string of sparkling rain-beads..."
– the sun a small pale ineffectual glow in the S.E.
I would like my grave to be planted with hepaticas, and be on some low hillside facing south so that as the sun's rays each March came out of the steaming south, the hepaticas on my grave would be the first to bloom.
A fine brilliant cold morning – the sun shines from a vast watery blue sky – its reflection in a black-green writhing opening in the ice covered creek – Never before has the great star we call the sun seemed so much like a star as today –
News over the radio that a fire had destroyed Betty Crawford’s studio with all her pictures.
A thaw day with moist wind from East, and a “spit” of rain at intervals. P.M. Water color of view from left near bedroom, from back window – thru ailanthus branches & over garage roof...