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Westward to visit the spot where three years ago in September I painted the “Cicada-Song in September” ...

I took a walk after sunset tonight along country roads – The pale yellow & blue green afterglow lasted long – Schubert’s unfinished symphonic went thru my mind – The night wind blew a moonlight night across the land after the last light vanished – I dreamed of my future as I went along under the black wind-clattering trees...

B & I to Dr.—Planning our vacation trip next week—To Buffalo Bank, etc—unbearably hot and moist...

A stagnant morning & sultry. Out moonwards the air cleared & after am afternoons of white windy clouds & fresh breeze – the sun went down a clear yellow...

A wonderful, glorious day – my heart is sailing the skies –

At sunset, several huge storms moving mightily along the horizon, in a wonderful array of colors; after the sun is gone, a huge flaming orange spot appears in the northern sky & startles the whole black landscape; the wind from a storm in the southwest already swept upwards the black clawing trees – My pencil was frantic. My heart sinks as I contemplate the shortness of life & the hugeness of my work – somehow I feel I have not fully grasped the full power of my work yet – Love of life has returned to me, but it is a different love & higher – I wonder where it was –

A swift storm at Daybreak though the day is stagnant and sultry – At evening the sun disappears early in the thickening west...

A dream - Back in Salem, Art & I - at the old home - Here everything was topsy-turvy - the present owners were enlarging and altering the house... 

A day of little jobs – Demounted “Song to Morning” and “Cicada Woods” for remounting...

Rain — cool wind from the N.E.

I held a barn-swallow in the palm of my hand — what a thrill! It had been hit by a car, and lay struggling feebly on the road. It struggled some more when I picked it up, but then lay still on its back, feet down into its belly, eyes full of fear...

To see, in the upturned face of a child-directed toward oneself, a look of complete trust, liking and admiration is to me one of the finest and at the same time most disconcerting experiences...

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