"...The sun is oppressive and the stiff wind is hot and laden with the odor of growing things, which having been rainsoaked are now steaming in the sun."
To the country S.E. of E. Aurora, with a view to painting. I was seeking the little brown-water stream where I painted a bed of wild iris in 1943. I remembered it as a delightful spot...
All day on the Great Elm— Working on the left hand side. I have carried this now to the point where it seems impossible to conceive of the original picture as being a complete motive – it needs the setting of the surrounding areas so much.
June is perfection-the pulse of nature is throbbing full and fast.
This is the season where there seems to be little change going on. All things seem to have attained their full growth and then are going to remain that way forever, never to turn towards decay.
I did not realize how starved I was for the simple unaffected delights of purely natural things –
A splendid terrific downpour of rain at early morning – later wind comes overturns the white sides of trees – clouds move in layers
In rather a daze – but how good it is to be home, and how warm and friendly our little yard.
I lay in my berth a long time sleepless, wondering what would be the outcome of it all. Surely the Gallery cannot go on so.
To Gallery – show Frank my new work of winter & spring – his enthusiasm for most of them very heartening to me.