I perceived three bats circling up and down over the road. Their silent,floppy and supremely uncanny flight agrees well with night. No wonder superstition has always associated them with witchery.
Thank God that I have lived long enough to get to know the playing of such a group as the “Virtuosi de Roma.”
A heavy blanket of clouds had come up which cast a cold November mood over the day. But as we proceeded northward, holes appeared in the cloud masses; a high wind was blowing,
At late twilight flying squirrels, who spent the daylight hours in the attic of the house, would come out one by one...
I love the approach of winter, the retreat of winter, the change from snow to rain & vice-versa; the decay of vegetation; and the resurgence of plant-life in the spring—These to me are exciting and beautiful...
The long season of having visitors to the studio has made me terrifically bored and self-conscious— self-conscious is the worst. I feel as though I had been undressing in public.
The mine glowed blackly at the white sunlight
Yesterday morning while on my way to school in the rain, I marked that the color of autumn seems to have come all at once – walking under the trees I felt as if the color made sound –
As I walk along here I watch the huge masses of clouds that rolled along the hilltop and I thought of those old Hebrew poets + prophets who wrote the Old Testament.
Altho I always begrudge the time spent on frames, there were compensations in working outdoors in the most beautiful fall weather I have ever experienced.