In the garden, collecting four-o’clock seeds (which has become like a mechanical habit, for I already have many more than I need) waiting for the Dr. and his party to arrive to look at pictures – The west dark and threatening...
Thin pin-point creaking of a few crickets.
This is my beauty—all the beauty I wish for: the love of this nature around my home.
John and Winnie’s Visit – A thoroughly enjoyable and also “profitable” get-to-gether – Besides the pleasure of showing my pictures to someone who loves and understands them, it also bolstered my self-confidence, which is so often lacking; for example in radical innovations such as the “Moth and Thunderclap,” which I get a thrill from every time I look at it, but which has made me wonder “Is this going [too] far into the abstract world?” John seemed “bowled over” by it in fact it probably was his favorite of the year’s work. When I mentioned my concern that it might [seem] like a capitulation to the abstract mode; he argued that it was nothing of the sort, but seemed derived directly from nature. So it turned out again and again.
Working on frames.
A rare phenomenon later. It is quite dark. Up out of the southwest roars the huge wind. Great misshapen masses of clouds loom terrifically over the sky, the black openings of irregular shape seeming like strange creatures.
The moment I landed, I felt at once that it was a special day – brilliant sun, hot dry wind from the southwest blowing of the meadows of bleached grass, asters and golden-rod.
A dream – Of finding a very early sketch of mine, an attempt to represent a child’s impression of a “choo-choo–” train.