The reflections of the sun in the water was a pale gold tint, which comes only at certain times in the early Spring.
In studio – remounting the two 1947 parts of “Star in the Woods” – preparing mounts for the 1917 part –
To the Chippewa market. A strong wind, the sun is shining thru the scattered clouds; the feeling is of March – Home early P.M.
Niagara Falls about sun-down. Stop to view American Falls, and also Horse-Shoe. The latter for me are the most impressive — the sun lighting just the brink of the falls, a beautiful fragment of rainbow...
I like to think of myself—as an artist—as being in a nondescript swamp, alone, up to my knees in mire, painting the vital beauty I see there, in my own way, not caring a damn about tradition, or anyone’s opinion.
As I came out of the studio at 4:00, the blast of air that struck me in the face felt so delightful and invigorating that all I could think was “How good it is to be alive, and experience Winter!”
The dappled moonlit sky recalled muddy pussy-willows, swirling streams, and mud-spattered boys with wild hair, running with dogs through rattling swamp grass. All the old desires are reborn tonight.
Walk in A.M. – blinding sunlight – vivid emerald sky high cold wind – pearly clouds...
To concert by Cincinnati Orch. A. Honeggar's "Pacific 231"-
The power of a big locomotive expressed in music -
I still feel + hear the deep dull thuds of sound, suggesting terrific power -
A bright sunny day. When we came out of church I remarked to Bertha that it seemed like a “maple sap” day.