A Wonderful dream I had early this morning. I was, as is my custom watching the progress of the weather all day.
To spend a night on a flat-topped bare hill under this moon!
I noticed the brilliant yellow sunlight at noon – following a clear morning – A solitary katydid at times, while at noon the cicadas charm me.
"It is not until now that I really see that misty morning, I beheld on the car Sunday. It comes over me with great joy that it is southeast to me now. Sulphur streams & hills."
The hill seemed to embody for me, the essential mood of a fragment I set down several years ago, which I called “Old August Hill” (and ancient time – warm hill brooding in the mystic August sunshine.)
P.M – in studio making drawings for the new portion of “Cicada Woods” — It begins to grow in interest & power – I am getting excited about it.
Sleep late – (11:00) – A quiet rainy day. It seems heavenly peaceful & quiet in the studio & back of it. Putting pictures away with B, studying them, etc.
While sitting in the flats meadow along the Beaver Creek, I listened to rain roaring on the hill to the east, though there was none where I sat —
– a fine vigorous day with clear blue sky & white cumulus clouds from the North, and a strong cool wind blowing.
To New Oregon Road sketching. (South of Hamburg) A hot humid day. On a “bearded” hillside all afternoon painting.