I can think of no day for years that has been as perfect for me as was today; when I was so completely in accord with the world; so physically elated, that I was unconscious of using energy –
All day on a water color started long ago (1935) in the Buffalo Creek Flats, when I was working on Black Iron.
Today’s charm lies in to-night’s moon. Moon to begin with was in the full. It was very bright and white. Closely clasping it was a small ring of pale yellow...
Made tracing from the old tracings...
Over the rim of the earth – to the North – lies the land of the Unknown — it is windy, the ground is frozen hard – barren — there is no snow — white wind clouds scud over a vast gray sky – a crow or two
I thought of the birds flying towards it, and wondered how it would feel to them to suddenly fly into a shower—and I thought of their long flight south, and dreamed as I did as a boy, that it would be fun to be one of them, and set out on the long journey over the wide September fields and valleys...
Small flock of morning doves. Startle upwards in hooked beaked whistling whirr into the blueish wind.
There is not time for everything.
The third day of absolute cloudless skies and hot brilliant sunshine – so dazzling that it hurts the eyes –
A soft delightful morning, with a strangely beautiful golden sunshine out of a misty sky. The golden quality of the light has the characteristic of sunlight on a day in late February. The liquid chatter of starlings comes from the thinning trees – the earth is mellow –