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I want to start my new version of “Sunburst” and yet dread it, and keep putting it off from day to day on the slightest excuse. (I did start it a few days later, establishing the mood on the first “go” which is always to the good)

A glorious October Day—the epitome of October warm and sunny with just a slight breeze at times—We concluded that the most satisfying of fall colors are orange yellows, oranges, and all variations of these...

I often wonder what I am, naturalist or aritst, for the pursuit of one hinders the other—I seem to be deciding which it shall be—Of course it must be an artist...

Every once in a while H – surprises me by expressing, seemingly unconsciously, a fine poetic thought...

not a sign of rain or wind, and yet we know that a storm is far away constantly approaching. It gives to this dead calm a sinister quality it would not otherwise have.

A mild October-like day with a fresh calm blue watery sky—how the season has advanced—now the sunlight comes from lower down in the south and has a brighter more direct light on things—

The countryside continues to cause us to marvel.

A vibrant whirring from behind and above the shed announced the flight of blackbirds, probably assembling for the Autumnal flight south—

This is my beauty—all the beauty I wish for: the love of this nature around my home...I find no sympathetic beauty in the sky I have not lived under. The Elysian fields are not at the ends of the earth—they are here at my feet.

When I learn that my weakest moment is when I feel confident of my strength, then I may begin to conquer.