B & I bored & restless, regretting we had not gone to the movie too –
Got out the reconstructed “March Day at Gowanda (1926) and did some work on it — It gains in scope in its new shape. I think I shall call it “Breaking Clouds” rather that its former localized name.
The Vernal Equinox – a heavy snow from the southwest last night – the air is warm + quiet this morning. There are rumblings from the earth’s depths.
It was with great content that I sat here enveloped in the romance of March weather thinking of my family.
Each day I think I must go out painting, but each day, I do not want to go. What is the matter with me?
South East] of Aurora to snow-light woods. As I parked on the brow of the hill, and turned down the windows, joy in being alive swept over me.
At head of woods a wonderful event – the flight of leaves down a little hollow towards me; they came rushing with a rapid glitter + rattle + fill the air – the roar in the tree tops is deafening -
The simplest phrase in a book, such as a reference to camping out and what it means to boys — and I thought of Art's unfulfilled desire to camp out, — did I ever really try to give him that experience
It had rained all night & all day — I went out over the loose spongy earth — the rain increased in fury — a flock of blackbirds in a meadow were chattering with a melodious cheerfulness — I felt how sacredly wonderful the rain was, how it should open up our spirits & make them light
The longing for idyllic love is abound – The earth and sky has that haunting unknown sadness; I came home from sketching by moonlight – Up high, long & white – The big bulky black houses on both sides; the train whistle – the sharp particles of ice nearly frozen crackle under my feet like firecrackers –