Working the last few afternoons on the 1917 Carlisle’s House picture- It is greatly improved with the domination of fussy contrived conventions, and the addition of a telephone pole at the left...
And today was a day of winds!
In the night I was awakened by the splintering roaring of thunder and for some time I lay, wide awake listening to it and the dashing rain...
On the return to Emporium, I made a study of Sinnamahoning (Stony Side) looking east. Just beyond here I made a study of the road leading downhill into the butterfly swamp. The glow of sunlight on the road, and the purplish embankment was a thing of beauty...
In the studio, transferring a tracing of the new “Great Hill” (hereafter to be called “Old August Hill”) to the 48 x 58 mounted board. Then outlined the tracing on a soft neutral yellow –
B & I on the long-deferred trip to visit Connoisarauley Creek Falls
A warm “steamy” day...
In studio most of day—studying pictures, making plans for new things—I feel I must stop on frames and do some painting...
Strong waves (Note: when there is a strong N.E. wind, the waves beat against the red earth dissolving it—the water at the shore is rich iron ore red, and blends out then to rich Prussian Blue—spotted with white caps it is a colorful sight)...
Summer attains its greatest dignity & power in August. In this dignity & power exist simultaneously a sinister quality, and a deeply mystical one...
Morning dawned with rain...
Evening A calls up from Allegheny Park...