In studio—studying 1920 E. Liverpool Street scene...
On one or two of the warm days past, I heard crows, and once I passed under one which was on a limb of a beech.
A walk under the icy wind moon—I danced in the fields. I was thinking of music that was so wonderful the hearers forgot where they were or that it was music...
Never before has the great star we call the sun seemed so much like a star as today—Shining from a depth of blue, with little mist or atmosphere to obscure it...as a diamond shaped burst of dazzling light...
A glorious winter day – cold (12°) brilliant sun, with a deep clear blue sky – dry air –
For a walk around town about 5 P.M. An ideal time for a town ramble is at twilight in winter—lights in houses, a few people on the streets, the snowy roofs beautifully, starkly white against the brooding leaden sky—
...the moon hung in the zenith – dark windows; sound of voices; smoke pouring up from chimneys – Silent expectancy of houses – In the country the dark sky seem to be dissolving in the deathlike silence – In winter houses seem only half as large as in summer.
The last three days working on the “Elevators” again. Contrary to my expectation, I enjoyed it. I repainted the whole right hand sky, simplifying it, & sending it further back in value, took out the big boat entirely, and touched up minor parts all over the picture. It now seems to do what I want it to do.
A sundazzled morning. Dripping of lengthening icicles.
The last few days a source of poetic pleasure to me - A night or so ago - heavy snow; solid, sugary, deep...