The January thaw. - Thick almost impenetrable fog - The pores of the earth seem to open and exude a chill dampness into the sodden air -
My view of Nature now is like seeing sunlight thru a board fence: here and there we see a flash of sunlight thru an unwary crack.
..., to the "Black Iron" bridge to make some studies of it. I was half afraid to make sketches of a railroad bridge, but no one paid me any attention.
A dream – A picket fence by and alley, with wild morning-glories growing in profusion over it – early morning with a misty sun rising, the vines wet with dew...
"...to look down thru the woods and see the white rugged trees, seemingly arranged in fold upon fold...a pleasing contrast to the gray sky and whitened ground..."
After a brief sunny period at early morning, it started to snow again, and kept it up all day –
A damp wind brings a blizzard out of the S.W. a fine powdery snow—
The day spent by writing a letter to Rev. Walker who would convert me to Lutheranism. After being drawn into such arguments, and compelled to make a definite statement, there is always a sense of shame for having spent the time & mental effort to do it— But one thing it did for me—it freed me to take stock of myself and made me realize with greater force; the joy of my freedom.
The January gale is abroad again today – At noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shin
As I was coming up Garfield Avenue, I saw one of the prettiest sunsets that I have saw. When it began, it was merely pink stripes across a pale blue and greenish sky.
The “January Spring” with its exciting afterglows and smoking chimneys and wide-roaming trains has come and gone and now the earth is shut in by a low dark sky