After breakfast, I retraced my way to Wellsville for spring water and then came leisurely back along the river, which was beautiful and serene in the thick sun-shot morning mists.
A restless night – got to worrying about Red & Sally running their car without insurance. Finally had to write them a letter about it.
I will never get over the great varieties of colors this August sky has. There are few of them in pure color...
"...August as a sultry month, to be dreaded, deemed so by the unthinking unseeing unhearing popular mind exists only perhaps just at noon. Poetry finds beauty at that time..."
Dark – cloudy – heavy rains “off and on” all day. About noon to airport plaza to get a few things at Loblaws. Terrific congestion – The whole trip took a full hour.
I believe that man can ask few things better of life than to come back to former scenes and find them not only unchanged or dimmed, but in reality more definite than before.
Tuesday we went to Teegarten, and Wednesday to Travis where we stayed all night, and discussed art & music.
I saw the first sliver of this (July-Aug) moon sitting in a boat at Turkey foot Lake in the death calm dusk, - above some phantom blue thunderheads - , the last sliver I saw at first light, a month later, this morning after a nights trip from Cleveland.
A storm comes up at sunset. It is very exciting, and infected all of us – Arthur climbed the willow tree and stood in its top, facing the wind.
Heavy shower in the night. Morning loose & breezy but warm. Clouds so low they brush the tree-tops. They seem to be born from out the loose misty trees...