Heavy foggy mist in the air. A sun-spoked morning.
The days are cold
In studio, working on the Genesee Rd. Picture which I think I shall call “Dusty Road in July”-
Just after I had finished B called from the back door – “Can you come in a minute?” (The tone of her voice betrayed to me that someone had come to see me and she wanted to surprise me).
Today’s charm lies in to-night’s moon. Moon to begin with was in the full. It was very bright and white. Closely clasping it was a small ring of pale yellow...
To Zimmerman Rd. painting.
A fine day, and I was overflowing with happiness that I was once again out painting.
A deliciously mild day, with a blue and white dappled sky - a delightful moist quality to the soft breeze, - foretelling rain...
My mind grows very uncomfortable at times, as tonight. I am haunted by the thought
that the poetry in me is rapidly drying out i.e - . that last year or the year before
Started antiquing some of the frames, the most harassing job of all…. Working on frames. I feel stupefied and completely immersed in frames – frames - I don’t even know what the outdoors looks like.