Friday night on the trip home. Youngstown Bertha & Martin meet me – the trip to Salem. The strangeness of my room which knows me no longer. There is a sadness about the familiarity of old scenes...

Colder in the night—alternate feathering snow flurries and sunshine all day long...

Tolstoy: A friend is good; but Nature is better; She is a friend whom one does not lose even in death; for when one dies, he is completely reunited with her...

A sun-dazzled morning. Dripping of lengthening icicles...

The Burchfield Penney Art Center Board of Trustees and Buffalo State University are pleased to announce the appointment of Scott Propeack as Executive Director... 

The fires of spring have been kindled on the southern horizon, – and will later be whipped by the late winter winds, into vast white flames that will reach to the zenith...

Edna Lindemann called while I was gone. Bertha still talking to her when I returned, and then I talked— They have a list of 44 pictures they want to invite— The Inaugural is set for April 24...

It is unwise to destroy a picture thru a whim – the whim may seem wise for 5 or even 10 years – but the time comes when we regret the destruction because now we know how we could use that same picture as a starting paint in something better...

A walk at 10 P.M. along the railroad.; These powerful locomotives represent the spirit of the age – and I thought how strange it was that what an age is absorbed in should be this particular thing; the world did without Industrialism once...

A nice note from Mrs. Mitchell saying she would like to have the early 1916 sunflowers & would like to try it in her home...