A lowery day – Dawn sky with cold blue rifts — A looseness in atmosphere, slushy snow, a brooding over the town; train bells ringing –
One of the best “returns” a man can render to God, is to live courageously to the limit of his powers; - exuberantly and joyously, free from all petty restraints and shackles...
Thru hollow where in front the stream was partly covered with a thin layer of ice, free from water, woven with curious frost designs or smooth flowing lines
A heavy snow – The snow is intense white brilliant as the sun tho the sky is gray –
A cold elastic wind out of the S.W. blows over the “ice-locked earth” – cottonwoods, Saplings, sunlit, gleam brilliantly yellow against the deep cobalt sky.
The recurrent blizzards and storms of this winter have filled me with the impulse to paint a blizzard.
All day again on “Solitude” – I thought I had just about solved all of its problems, but when I set it up in the house, a number of glaring faults appeared
Walk out Clinton to Harlem Rd to Mineral Springs Rd to Ind. Church Rd thence home — A fine brilliant cold morning — the sun shines from a vast watery blue sky — its reflection in a black-green writhing opening in the ice covered creek —
The beauty of the enormous owls, hovering almost motionless in the air, remains with me.
My view of Nature now is like seeing sunlight thru a board fence: here and there we see a flash of sunlight thru an unwary crack.