The longest day of the year...
Last night we watch lightning. Wonderfully beautiful. Displays itself in snakes, fan shaped sprays, and glowing balls. It seems to spatter all over the clouds.
An expression of June are the common white daisies, which spot the road here & there... They made us pause & exclaim. The white clouds in the sky but their dim reflection.
I wonder how many who viewed this spectacle could do so without entertaining an aspiration to something nobler than they had yet achieved? Indeed & I saw no one so much as giving the sky a second glance, if a first.
Do not bore your audience by telling everything about a subject – it is better to under-state, than over-state – Leave a little mystery! (Thoughts from Delacroix)
...a train rushed past and I remarked on the beauty of the smoke which was white and ghostly in the still moonlight. Merle compared me to Wordsworth, and advised me to write and “Ode to Smoke!”
It is difficult to separate actual boyhood impressions from the visions called up by the stories I read as a boy.
The Dvorak Symphony No. 1 for Father’s Day—(last Sunday). It was a magnificent Symphony, in the grand romantic manner of Beethoven and Schubert.
P.M. – to Gardenville Elementary School to show my paintings to and talk to the sixth grade pupils –…The event proved to be one of the happiest and most rewarding experiences of my entire career.
He walks along through the woods and meadows, past hepaticas and spring-beauties; past blue-gray beeches, rough-barked maples and under the soft dark gloom of pine-trees, God leading him by the hand.
Beautiful colors in a fire Rich blue + violet in glowing embers.
What is in those flames – trees history + history of its inhabitants.