I wonder if it would be possible to single out any one day—or event in a day and say "This is the first day of spring." (For true spring has nothing to do with the March Equinox)—Sometimes in early January the glow of light under the eaves of a house at sunset will be a subtle hint—
A.M. [Arthur] & I walk along R.R. [Arthur] fascinated with box-cars. We climb one & walk along the tops – French Rd bridge. Coming home by Union Rd we amused ourselves by throwing a chain fragment along the road...
The wild barbaric music of the telegraph wires, stirred-by an electric cold wind from the emerald northern sky –
A dream – of trying to get in the army & meeting with disparagement because I was an artist and could not “take” it – I pleaded with a sergeant & he finally consented to letting me apply – as I was undressing for the physical, I awoke.
It came to me yesterday what it was about [Sergeant] Pearson that I had not liked in camp [Camp Jackson]. It came out in our visit, when he related that he had been in Germany studying during 1915 & 1916 – and had seen the conditions there.
A thaw day – I went sketching along the Canal ...
A.M. to gallery with my entries for the W.N.Y. Show — raining and over—cast. Downtown shopping for various things — Lunch at “Your Host” near Elmwood & Main—
By bus to Buffalo to file both state and Federal taxes – I was truly amazed to learn my Federal tax was entirely correct...
Much warmer in the night—an exciting day, {*snow drops in yard.} a strong wind driving cool gray layer clouds north—eastwards, with a ban of yellow sunlit sky at the horizon in the south ...
A sudden joy overwhelms me –