The S. E. wind blew all night –
Now at noon, a wet wind from S.W.
Dirty sinking snow; sky white around edge of houses; zenith dark; sparrows chattering – crowing of roosters –
To Harbor – about 11:00 a.m.
A warm (unnaturally warm) hazy day. After I left the car and proceeded to the Michigan bridge I made for the “Point” and sat down on a timber, an overwhelming drowsiness came over me – the snow blinded my eyes and I sat in a stupor – the warm southern sun streamed over the lakeshore, lighting up the sides of the ships with a friendly glow. The sound of melting snow as it constantly settled filled the air –
To Harbor – about 11:00 a.m.
A warm (unnaturally warm) hazy day. After I left the car and proceeded to the Michigan bridge I made for the “Point” and sat down on a timber, an overwhelming drowsiness came over me – the snow blinded my eyes and I sat in a stupor – the warm southern sun streamed over the lakeshore, lighting up the sides of the ships with a friendly glow. The sound of melting snow as it constantly settled filled the air –
A walk under the icy wind moon – I danced in the fields. I was thinking of music that was so wonderful the hearers forgot where they were or that it was music & when it was ended, they were still carried on & on into strange realms –
Blizzard from the Northeast. Snow fine, and like heavy sand. Much had fallen in the night, and all day it kept coming down, driven by a strong wind.
In studio most of the day, studying pictures. “The Night of the Equinox” “Song of the Telegraph” and “Return of the Blue Birds”—these all seem like splendid starts, and it seems to me that I must increase their fantasy character still more and reduce or even eliminate any realistic approach. They must be distilled into pure art forms. The blend of realism & conventionalized fantasy is a compromise and they lost power for that reason.
Colder, a gale out of the S.W. — heavy rain all night, which just before noon changed to snow — The creek turbulent and high.
Long walk out Clinton St. to French Rd. A cold wind out of the south – a “new” moon-sliver high in the S.W. How good, and how friendly the earth, trees & sky seemed.