...hemlocks with the silvery glint of sunlight on thin needles, and golden rod & astir seed heads rimmed with light...
The outstanding beauty of the trip eastward were the many gigantic oaks returning to their leathery golden-brown, and dark brown leaves – Why do I never paint one of these beautiful trees?
Awake at 3:30 — up finally at 4:15 & start to get ready.
Altho the stars shone all night (I woke up from time to time, + thought how the sky moved overhead, bringing new scenes of stars every hour) this morning the November Grey fills the air.
Dense fog – void left a short distance away. The sun a drab orange spot then disappears. A bluejay imitated a hawk cry – I see on on a tree, at my approach he flies away to an apple tree where he is a pale blue shadow
Almost mid-afternoon the weather changed. A North wind sprang up, driving before it heavy misty clouds and chilling the air.
A world of white – everything covered, even to the finest wires...
We were at once intoxicated with the spirit of the wind and laughed and pranced at nothing...I love nature for her own sake as I do beauty...It has always been my slogan and in it I rejoice.
Evening – the snow increases and soon everything is covered + all evening the sound of breaking leafy branches weighted with snow startles us.
A mischievous wind, full of the mystery of autumn & approaching winter, but with no sinister flavor.