Continued fine cold weather with the bright sun-light. We had diverse things to carry at morning to school and we took car. Every window was an imaginative world of frost I wonder if I lost some of the enjoyment of it regretting I could not paint it?
After school, Bill + Smith wanted me to go sledding but as I had work to-morrow, I declined.
Take Pal out to end of lot. A beautiful mysterious night—the moon full, hazy, with a weather ring, high overhead...
A wild windy “zero” day. A blizzard all morning converting the world into a new land - the dimmed trees and houses almost horizontally streaked-they seem to loom, about to swell up out of their ordinary places.
Home – and to studio – mounted a couple very fragile newspaper photographs, and a drawing – also mounted and matted a very small version of the 1919 “Haunted Evening” as a Christmas greeting...
The sky is immense. At the zenith the small remote moon is but a dim glow in the pale violet sky; a deep rumblings from the depths in the west; a steady wind clatters a leaf on a grape vine
I would be so sensitive to Nature’s moods—so close that a coming change would make itself known in the look of a house hours or even days in advance—
The exuberance of yesterday is replaced by pessimism and a feeling of futility – But out of it comes an old forgotten idea – the death of Boris-
The birthday of a very great man - Sibelius...
"Dreamed all night...it was still warm here, tho it was December...shrouded in the twilight that always exists in my dreams..."