"The evening is oppressively warm; this year’s spring has developed too rapidly; a pall is over the sky... spreading over the heavens in a huge gray expanse..."
All of us (but Hank, who had gone to early service) to Emanuel Church. Dinner for all at our house.
God’s greatest gift to me, is the ability to be astonished anew each year by the almost incredible beauty of a dandelion plant in full bloom.
B & I start out at 9:00 for Canada. Dark and foggy and raining. Nevertheless we hoped for clearing weather & persisted. Over Peace Bridge and on the Canadian Blvd.
A Powerful day – a brilliant white sun at morning – great windy clouds appear – dry wind – black trees clawing against blue + white sky –
I suddenly realize that I am done with the shed in swamp and hollows pictures and must put them away – which I do with regret, closing a door on an adventure in imagination which was one of the happiest in my career
Returning from the city line this morning, I was startled on hearing what I thought was the song of a wood thrush...
Nighthawks with buzzing chirp call sail against the Clouds – They are my storm birds – Finally whole sky becomes grey + rain pours down – occasionally remote thunder –
Home about 7:45 – Shortly after, Mart called – they had arrived about 1:00 + had been trying to get us. Raining again.
A.M. to Buffalo — Look at frames at Br’s [Bredemeier’s] – Downtown doing shopping for various things – to lunch with Schwanekamp & his co-workers — S- proposes a sketching trip next Saturday.