Working on ‘Good Friday Mood’ with great gusto and assurance. A bitter mood....At the end of the day asked B [Bertha] out to see it. She liked it—thought it was almost frightening.
B & I to the “Great Woods”—A fine day...
Big morning – shower in night – great romantic sky – big rounded thunder heads rich pale OY in sun – fore-glow; Sun lights up clouds...
Then home; by now the rain had set in, in earnest, almost a cloud burst almost all the way home visibility very poor; some lightening – which continued up to 6:00.
Wet snow & sunshine alternating – I would see our western N. Y. landscape, not in the terms of modern life ..., but rather in terms of eternal verities of the primeval earth, such as prehistoric peoples and Indians knew, which can never be erased if only we look beneath the surface —
Cold and bright—the ground frozen hard.
All day in the studio working on the road hillside from the study of last night.
A marvelous day out of Eternity – Not for many months have I had such pure unalloyed pleasure in being outdoors and painting.
Along Ellsworth Rd. sketching – I entered the strange woods It was like a climax in music...
Toscanini played Haydn’s London Symphony #104 a beautifully simple thing –