June! And I will let that exclamation mark tell it all – for now...Afternoon brought a clearing of the sky; the sun came out and shone hotly; the breeze was brisk and cool.
Rain & thunderstorms at night – colder.
Heaven is an inexplicable thing — It occurs seemingly without reason and at unexpected moments — Heaven inspired by feelings of virtuous living is a poverty-stricken substitute for the reality — The most “immoral” being may experience the sublime oftener than the morally correct mediocre mind —
Prints of Three Trees from photographers. As usual they concentrate on detail & miss mood of picture).
Wandering around in woods in search of subject. I seemed completely bereft of ideas.
And that brings me to my ever present dilemma: which do I love most painting or writing?
A cool misty moist breezy morning… The day was a development into a windy sunset...
A brilliant sunrise...I am always hurrying someplace at the critical point in a nature phenomena...
The grass bristles and is cool – a train whistles recalls lonely wild stretches to the west – Then comes the church bell and an inexpressibly sad mournful sound...
There is no royal road on which a man can travel in search of God. Those rare moments when I feel surrounded by His presence, when I feel full of thankfulness for life, are apt to be deluding, for I fancy at such times “Now I have found Him,” and it will always be thus, nothing can destroy this bliss.”