Thanksgiving – Walk to Jefferson – a feeling of religious expectancy in the trees – feathery woods afar off – roofs almost same as sky –
Cold day with fleets of dapply clouds. At noon—sun partially obscured—north sky full of big blue holes. The north sides of houses was cold blueish—the west very warm—yellow, the east also warm but more neutral—
A lowery North Day – Morning N.W. horizon is white. A spitting snow...
A fine feeling—the best this Fall—the roar of wind in the tree tops...The sun began to break thru... the woods was turned to a soft misty grayish lavender by the falling snow...
Cold, cloudy day – a few flakes of snow then light rain.
Working on the 1930 “December Light”
In studio, got to work on a new picture. It grew out of a note made quite a few years ago, an idea that came to mind on hearing the opening bars of the Sibelius Fifth Symphony (The Horn Call)
A light zenith night, but not so awesome as strange – a train whistle reechoes to infinity – it is wonderful lasting perhaps several minutes
A day of poetical skies. White sun and wierd streaks. The sunlight comes and goes. The air seems very white. The sky is intense in whatever direction we look, and blurs objects in front of it.
Winter at Sunset – white horizon over top of road. Strange road at dusk – became lost; wander back and forth over dark road. The lowering sky begins to break + shows a star or two
Home by rail on account of eyes...