Now (midnight) the roofs are all covered with frost, tall white smoke goes up from one chimney into the vast moonlight sky; even shadows are silvery – the silence is profound.
At the time I was still wearing “half-moon” glasses, (really crescent-shaped) and Bertha confessed to me much later that I looked positively weird to her –
At Twilight – [Arthur] and I for walk to Union Rd. Bridge over Penna. R.R. –
The rain turned to snow in the night—the refreshing mist of sifted snow dampened my face at 6 o’clock –
All houses we were in had dark green shades that permitted no light to seep thru – this accentuated the gloom.
B & I shopping in Buffalo. The toy departments of the various department stores were a shock to us. No metal or mechanical toys, only wood.
The trains are roaring – it puts me in an unrest.
Thanksgiving—Walk to Jefferson—a feeling of religious expectancy in the trees – feathery woods afar off – roofs almost same as sky—
Do not bring old discoveries when sketching – seek new conventionalizations.
In studio all day working on the large “November” (sometimes I consider “South in November” or “November Brooding” as alternative titles) bringing it to a tentative conclusion.