The countryside continues to cause us to marvel.
A vibrant whirring from behind and above the shed announced the flight of blackbirds, probably assembling for the Autumnal flight south—
This is my beauty—all the beauty I wish for: the love of this nature around my home...I find no sympathetic beauty in the sky I have not lived under. The Elysian fields are not at the ends of the earth—they are here at my feet.
When I learn that my weakest moment is when I feel confident of my strength, then I may begin to conquer.
At city line – missed [the bus] by 15 minutes – start to walk – dreamy & curst the loss of the afternoon walking along filled with regrets over all the past misdeeds & mistakes of my life
got to work on the “Sept. Road” idea... bringing it to a conclusion, working in the manner of an “on the spot” outdoor sketch. Bertha thought it a “beauty.”
Yesterday I heard a pounding while at work. It was frighteningly deep + hollow, seeming to come from the depths of the earth.
Both of us too tired to get up in time for church – at 12:30 drive down to Hamburg for dinner in the rain...
At night I sat on the roof in the moonlight. It occurred to me to think of other moonlight nights of my life & compare them to this...
It is raining—autumn rain at night—Think of birds sitting in bare trees—How does the Underwing Moth that clings to the bark of trees in the daytime protect itself now?