At Dusk to Bentleys under the grey sky – I was in the hollow at last twilight on the damp leaves – before an hypatica – the black gloom settled down over the saplings.
Out Clinton road almost to French to make a sketch. Painting of the stream that runs along the road here for a short distance, and then crosses under thru a cement culvert to the flats southward.
To Teegarden Teritory – The first hollow – warm white sunlight, sparkling stream...
Last night I wrote this self-exhortation in my sketch notes “Have you grown so spiritually dead that you failed to make and notes of the strange and beautiful moonrise at dawn-light in the morning..."
He brought up the subject of their acquisition of the, “Late Winter Sunlight” for their new apartment home at the Park Lane –
A cold raw day — fine for walking, tho I stayed indoors. Fine rain at times — trees made patterns against the sky — the robins sang as boldly at sunset time —
The grass in town is green, but has not the emerald look.
The romance of Sat & Moon is gone so quickly.
To the Albright Gallery. W.N.Y. Show. Not very interesting. The guard told me one of my pictures was in one of the north galleries. It turned out to be “Mid-June” up for purchase consideration.
March skies have come – Today at noon the first cumulus clouds of the year loomed upwards towards the sun startling white topped with black trees against them – an hour later, and a great soft warm yellow gray blanket from the west comes to spread over the sky, the cumulus fleet sinking in the east
Morning is cloudy + cold – a fine breeze braces over shoulders; early in the afternoon great blue holes appear in the sky thru which the wind whistle
Morning- Half sunlight from vague misty sky. On my walk hear killdeer, red-winged blackbirds...