A January Thaw! The snow melting on the trees drips stickily into the soggy snow – now and then the crash of a larger piece of snow...
One may rationally describe noon day. A sunset seems to call for heroic poetry, something far out of the ordinary -
The look in his eyes told me he could not stand the sight of beautiful wild creatures hanging dead and bloody – and I realized something of horror what I had been trying to do to him.
The Great Ice-storm – the “worst” (as the papers put it) in 30 years. Altho calamitous in a material way...in a visual sense, a phenomenon of incredible and varied beauty...
While sitting at the dining table today staring abstractedly at the white cloth, baby vaguely conscious of the prattle of the children at their play, suddenly a rich yellow light seemed to pour in the windows from all sides—the early afternoon sun had pierced the clouds for a moment—
To Buffalo, to get money and shop a little. A lively fall of feathery snow-flakes. It put everyone in good spirits – on all sides could be heard cheery, even hilarious greetings.
A train of various kinds of freight cars going northward in the gloom – I was riding – we were going fast a – line of small factory buildings –
The last day of the year – a cold but bright and sunny day, with a film of fluffy snow on the bare ground. Where there are weeds, the snow is not apparent...
"The tree tops roar against the cold gray sky; the clouds spit down a few wild flakes of snow now and then... and the peaks and corners of the bleak houses are razor-sharp."
Pal looks at us with pleading eyes, but we are unable to do anything for him, except give him extra love + sympathy.