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. I do not begrudge these years.
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...
... a flock of birds flew up at a distance...I noticed in what beautiful rhythms the grass had been blown – It looked as tho a riotous wind were always blowing –
I strive to put into it all the joy of Christmas, of family love, and home life, peace and sweet contentment.
A.M. Visit to Jameson’s in Brooklyn. Mrs. J- calls for me at hotel at 9:15 (Miss Jameson driving) – driving around lower New York, thru Wall St. District, around aquarium etc. & over on Brooklyn Bridge.
In studio studying pictures, and (later) reading in my journal of 1925 to 30—One should never cease keeping a journal
Still the same indefinite cloudy weather – stagnant – a.m. – preparing the library for shelves along the east wall
I know in my heart, that I have not yet been put to the test. I cannot criticize the pessimism and despair of these artists who have been ruined by the world chaos.
A dream – of our moving into a flat in a poor neighborhood in Buffalo, which was on a third floor of an old ramshackle house...
"...sunlight sent flashes of brilliant yellow..."