P.M. - In Studio- work on the “November Sun & Golden Rod” picture of 1952- Also wrapped two drawings to send to John.
For several years now, I have not been ready for the first snow – I view it with boredom & dread, looking ahead to the long bitter season to follow.
I awoke between midnight and dawn; the waning moon hung high in the eastern sky...
A short walk out East State St. (nee McKinley Ave, nee E. Main St.) – The furnace lights from Youngstown and Leetonia the latter behind Fawcett’s Thicket Hill, grim & mysterious as ever. The marvelously black velvet stormy sky.
The natural effects in the country this fall are of such unusual beauty that I have the frantic feeling I had in my youth, when I felt that I simply must record everything I saw from day to day.
Class indoor – about 12 came – coffee with David & his aunt (Miss James) who is a naturalist. Dreams – occurring during the last week or so –
the sound is cold & lonely but the telegraph harp! That sounds is not of the earth, it comes from a far off, out of the infinity of sky –
…Varied activities in the studio, the most important of which is the remounting and enlarging of the “Sun Dogs” picture begun a year ago –
A sunny windy day- leaves fluttering over Cottrells’ lawn. At one, I dressed and we went to the South-gate Plaza. Lunch at “Your Host”, after which B did some food shopping while I waited...
Little Valley a charming village – while we were eating – the sky had become overcast with a thick veil of cloud mist, which turned the sun to a dim glow.