A week spent in redding [SIC] up and relocating things in the studio – The carpenters finished up at Tuesday noon...
It is more “winter”(negation—void—absence of life) without snow than with—In January on bright snowy days, there is a vital quickening in the air and sunlight, that already smacks of March fire,
January moonlit night—it has been thawing and raining for several days—the creek is full to its banks—rushing headlong—
The art student that should be, and is so rare, is the one whose life is spent in the love and culture of his personal sensations, the cherishing of his emotions, never undervaluing them...
At sundown a pale smooth cold blue – grey bank of cloud came up out of the west
The January gale is abroad again today – at noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star –
On our return home a heavy wet snow was falling. Just as we neared the corner of Rose and Fourth, there was a flash of lightning and clap of thunder from out of the heavy clouds above.
In the middle of the night, we both agreed we had had enough, we decided to see if we could get seats on a plane today. I called them soon after we were up, and got seats on the 6:45.
Working on the studio — repairing the gas stove vent & cleaning out the sky-light trough – Mean, discouraging work –
On a grey day with snow on the ground the brightest light comes from the ground—