Heaven was being recreated for me. Here someday, in the midst of nature I must finally seek my abode for here it is I am at perfect peace with myself...
Went over many of the “Winter” idea folios – How many ideas have been jotted down and, then forgotten – Some of them are like revelations on being rediscovered.
P.M. by way of Painter Rd. — Millville and beyond – On Painter road the winter sun died in haze —
It is more “winter”(negation—void—absence of life) without snow than with—In January on bright snowy days,
To Buffalo at late P.M. To harbor, to look around – Then up town to get the feel of twilight settling down over the city. The Elm-Sycamore neighborhood – people going home, the lights from the downtown section
Picture completed on Tuesday. Bored & exhausted from the effort – I went into the harbor, and found my vigor & enthusiasm suddenly restored...
"...Last week planning for the enlargement of “Black Houses” (1918) from 16x25 to 36x50..."
Shortly before six Red called Oneida and announced the safe delivery of a boy – Andrew Douglas [the second son of Sally and Red]. He said all was o.k. – that it was a short and easy birth.
Colder – the air cleared of fog, but murky with loosely low-hanging clouds —