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 –
Late pm. Call from Art Gallery. They wish to exhibit my “Child’s Vision of Christmas Eve” in connection with their sale of Christmas cards, and I consented.
Bizarre dreams. —
During a blizzard the night before Thanksgiving a flash of pink lightning and a clap of thunder – the wonder and mystery of nature were reborn –
P.M. – Edgar Schenck came out & picked up “Sun & Rocks” and “Song of the Marsh” for the Contemporary Art Room Committee to consider as a purchase – (we agreed on $2500 as a minimum).
Who does not like to be melancholy once in a while, especially when nature is the cause? I like to tramp through the dry leaves and twigs and hear the mournful wind sob thru the sleeping branches.