Following two days of cold numbing weather, July opens with a cool rainy day. The sky is downcast. The rain comes down evenly + quietly.
Today too hot to stir about—go for a walk in the evening up in the fields—the sun just about to touch the horizon—it glows, softly blurred by the heat haze...
To Emporium by way of Olean, and back by way of Salamanca, a drive of 265 miles.
In doing, a subject like this in which memory and emotion play equal parts, nothing seems to go right, and I must start again and again...
What an unjust monster must be at the head of the Universe who, after ‘punishing’ man mercilessly in his present existence...
Day spent in studio going over old diaries (1912-1914-1915)— and looking at some of my 1915 notes for pictures. It is my task now to re-create and re-experience the rhapsodic impressions of life & nature I had then.
I would be like a thunderstorm – rush across the land bending trees in my fury, stabbing with swift lightning the things I hated destroying savagely the things I loved.
I tried in vain to find a subject on the spot— I had in mind doing something dark and mysterious, like a solemn Bach fugue— something to do with the dark interior of a tree on a cloudy day.
day opens warm and clear. Robin sings madly about 7:30.
Sky covered with great shaggy clouds
white heat. Sun blistery. A stiff wind blowing.
Yesterday the summer Solstice but for several days before and after it always seems like the actual day... I feel strongly the glory and power of a full-blooded life