Church bells – raking up refuse in the yard; robin singing, –
Dreamt last night our house was situated in a marsh like place – I was younger
The Hepaticas are up—
White sun, jagged sky, frozen ground – high wind from cold north – in white intense sunlight, sunlit places – are vivid cold white in character the local color almost vanishes while shadows are harsh + deep blue black almost colorless -
Take them to studio—they look fine there and add an atmosphere that I love. The cat, which was by the fire, was terror-stricken at the sight of the birds
To the wild Valley sketching –
A cold windy sky – all morning the blue-jays gave their slinking call as in Autumn –
The toads desultory chorus all afternoon, as the sun dies, + the rain gloom comes down, swells into a fury of sounds; uprooted trees glower at their reflections
Instead of going out to eat, as has been our custom we ate at home, and loved the peace and quiet of our home.
A.M. – Drawings from memory of some of the early 1919 water-colors at Jack Baur’s request –
To express office to get the two boxes from Rehn’s – One containing the small transcription of “Song of the Spring Peepers” which I had had returned for Schenck’s inspection –
To Buffalo to have car over-hauled. The city bored me, and I came home on the bus, rather than wait. In the afternoon I went in again to get the car,