All at once I ... saw myself wandering alone in the fields, looking far away over the low hills to that mysterious light east where lay the strange land.
Two days of restlessness, and vain attempts to get down to work again on “Carlisle’s House - 1917” (Shall I call it “August Evening” - working on frames at times and in studio studying the picture.
"...I looked out at the vivid sunflowers...dazzling sunflowers...."
Up late and tired. A few pencil studies, then to the spring up towards Smithfort to fill my jug, then on towards St. Mary’s. It was even hotter than yesterday the day before, with a few pasty white clouds. St. Mary’s –
P.M. – odd jobs in studio, including putting the small “Song to Morning” in a frame.
When I learn that my weakest moment is when I feel confident of my strength, then may I begin to conquer.
At midnight a strange phenomenon — streaks of pale light radiating from zenith most of them extending over the north half of the sky — Great nervous waves of light flutter upwards from the north —
I heard thunder booming from unknown depths to the South tonight, & going out saw a sudden vision of clouds planted against the lightning lit sky...
A subdued half dark day ended in a windy moonlight night – or rather it was the beginning – I longed to be afield – A windy moon & I at home!
"A walk at evening under the moon –"