Bertha and I exchanged Valentine’s in the morning, happy and more in love than ever.
The show of last ten years at the Cleveland Institute —
During all this period the demands on my time and energy created by my growing fame very trying — Like a prison; I sought all kinds of ways to escape, none effective—
I took a bicycle ride tonight. A balmy spring day had tortured me out of all inclination to work. I paused several miles north of Garfield and rested in a field of dry grass.
A lowery day – Dawn sky with cold blue rifts — A looseness in atmosphere, slushy snow, a brooding over the town; train bells ringing –
There occurred an amusing incident...
A beautiful day. Winter’s own. At morning a heavy fog on the air.
...a strong feeling of spring in the air, or the sunlight sweeping in powerful waves up from the white southern horizon...
... to “Cinema” to see Disney’s latest “matinee” film – “The Living Desert” – a wonderfully fascinating and absorbing story of plant, animal, + insect life in our American desert – almost his best –
The last three days of bright spring-like weather — the sun shining brilliantly from watery blue skies, a brisk cool wind from the south –
Temperature around freezing, not much wind, a misty gray sky – a feeling of brooding – rumbling seems to come from the earth in all directions – starlings, with their “mimicking” calls, imitate the sounds of spring birds.