Listened to the “telegraph harp” today on my morning walk –
A fine day. A silver haze on the air blended all things in a bluish harmony.
Call F to see if he can have lunch. He cannot & suggests I call Marguerite—He, (M) suggested we lunch at the Century club. Before I leave E.W.R. calls and I invited him to go with us.—Pack my bag & take it to station, when walk over to club. The St. Gardens Show.—
I would like to be the embodiment of March — both in life & art—
A clear cold day. Afternoon – sun turns wet snow patches to blinding glare. In the midafternoon sunlight, it seems like a stagnant summer’s day when night never comes...
I told the remark [name removed] once made about my work “Burchfield is only Hopper on a rainy day”.
- a great warm from spots coming through the snow on hillsides (the shaggy brown hills of March) a feeling of the earth coming forth again after a great ice-age an elemental feeling that grips – a cool dampness of the snowy hills –
All day in studio on “Late Winter Dawn” The most important change is the addition of stars – It now seems to “hang together” better. Bertha thought it beautiful and refused even to consider the thought that it might still have faults!
Early morning hour in Buffalo – the market, - sun a dim glow in the misty sky. Buy trousers at A.M.A.
A brisk, cold day—the air full of a fine snow, such small flakes that were barely visible at hand, distance made it look like fog’ but more transparent than fog. New-fallen snow had covered the old snow, so that the country landscape seemed pure, like a mid-February winter.