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Cold still day – Pale misty yellow grey sky – Houses various tones of steely grey – startle white windows of frost –

Last night I dreamt [sic] I sat at a window watching a thunderstorm. Between two piles of thunder clouds I saw a crimson snake of lightning wriggle down and suddenly swoop out towards me...

I would be so sensitive to Nature’s moods – so close that a coming change would make itself known in the look of a house hours or even days in advance –

(star doodle) at midnight – out doors. The sky is immense. At the zenith the small remote moon is but a dim glow in the pale violet sky; a deep rumblings from the depths in the west; a steady wind clatters a leaf on a grape vine; 

Making “Vase” of the pine bark & arranging my bouquet. The Kansas—Missouri bouquet never felt right—how much more beautiful are our golden rod, asters, sumac, & black haw berries, also in bouquet for the house.

Tops were nervous white-edged trees dancing!

A bright “boisterous” windy day, — a day like early march.  It is a dangerous thing to become detached from human affairs. Sympathy should be felt for those who those who struggle in the pit.

A bright “boisterous” windy day, — a day like early march.  It is a dangerous thing to become detached from human affairs. Sympathy should be felt for those who those who struggle in the pit.

Evening before Supper – I take a brisk walk and feel an exuberance and vigor I have not felt for a long time – I suddenly said to myself – “tomorrow I am going painting.” –

 

 

The first meeting with Bertha Kenreich –

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