Dec. 24 – on way to West Valley we saw what at first seemed to be a snowy owl, his underside being white (perhaps lit up by the snow) but as he turned and banked, his burnt sienna red tail was completely revealed in one instant—a red-tailed hawk—he wheeled several times as if searching for prey, but the colored tail was not again shown – Finally he settled in a tree.
I’ll probably be ridden out of town on a rail for saying this but, I think Buffalo in the winter time is especially beautiful. I hope this picture proves my point.
Somehow it landed in such a way that it stands upright, about midway between the spruce tree outside our window and the chestnut tree—
Noon to Thru-Way Plaza for more ornaments. Found a lot of pretty ones & finished trimming the tree.
Even when it was still dark I could see that the peach tree was heavily coated with frost – a little later a yellow window appeared in the house next door...
"Vague darkness coming down forced me homeward. The clouds were breaking now, and became darker...the black looming sky... impressed me as being something weird and mysterious..."
Art went to bed without Pal. When I went up to my room, I heard Pal on my bed, his tail wagging furiously.
Big masses of ragged clouds float across vivid emerald and cerulean skies, the sun fills the air with blindness; on sunny sides of houses there is a busy dripping of icicles –
Take Pal out to end of lot. A beautiful mysterious night—the moon full, hazy, with a weather ring, high overhead.
My helplessness in the face of war, lasted until the end of the week –