Trip to N.Y. for a little work on the Guggenheim jury and for the “testimonial” dinner for Frank. [Rehn]
Work on the reconstructed 1939 “Hill Country after a shower” for the C&O. I will re-name it “Appalachian Twilight” or Evening.
Another brilliant sunshiny day –
Before the sun came up, when only a pale orange glow was shining beyond the thicket, the red-bird was singing – A thin sliver of the last crescent of the moon.
I woke up this morning in time to hear a redbird singing. A little later the sun rose in the heavy mists, a red disc. A beautiful thing is that the harness of work horses of various farms around town are ornamented with rings and brass ornaments etc.
To Buffalo – Car to Justice for service.
Sketching around town — building tops on Main near Chippewa. Then to lunch at one-arm.
Then more notes of Elec. Bldg. & then to get car.
On the way up the hill (difficult going, deep soggy drifts) I was overcome with the beauty of the day, it did not seem possible the world could be so beautiful, and I felt anew my utter baseness, and unworthiness of such delights.
...all the, time I felt that I was not calm enough in my mind for real concentration on such a work at this time, and that I ought not be doing it; rather some mechanical work would be better.
Excellent weather for sap-running. Broken branches are hung with whitish icicles. I ate one and wondered if my imagination made it taste sweet.
Out to the “Big Woods” painting altho a slight drizzle was falling – Hearing the first “cawing” of crows at dawn.
While lying in bed this morning, I called Arthur’s attention to the deep rumbling sounds that seem to come from the center of the earth at this time of year – he listened a bit, then asked what caused them – I told him it was giants down in the earth, grinding coffee, and he laughed until he was helpless.