P.M- Harold O. in with his grand-daughter, and our art teacher from Olean. After a visit with me, Bertha took them to the studio-
P.M. – Sally and the children arrive- I was out by the studio- The boys came running out- It was nice to see their bright happy faces and hear their “Hi, Grandpa.”
Nature is losing her freshness and is taking on that hardened look of hot summer...
It is wonderful to come back again to what is nearest and dearest to one (sic) heart again after having made a protracted excursion into new and alien fields.
A swift storm at Daybreak tho the day is stagnant and sultry – At evening the sun disappears early in the thickening west; massive white thunderheads appear — To Three Trees — song sparrow sings; an unknown songster that flies up & sings as he falls thru the air— trees jutting upwards in the heavy air—
(it rained all night) A rained-drenched earth – the air heavy – I woke at 6:50 – wheezing some, head stopped up, then coughing – went downstairs, sprayed, and then by 7:30 was ready to go back to bed – A day of little jobs –
Students coming in all day –
Out painting – warm and sunny, less wind. With eastern Genesee road ultimately in mind, I drove south via Boston & Vaughn St Rd – to east of Springville to make studies...
"...I was surprised to see the name “Clancy” as having bought “Burning Muckland”- Bertha agreed with me that he should have it as a gift so I called him up and told him. He was very pleased..."
Bertha + I to gallery [Albright-Knox Art Gallery] for lunch and to see “Mid-June” in its new frame – also to see the Ceramic Show (which was very interesting.) –